The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 912: Consciousness Transfer (nearly 3K)

Ling Fu was wondering why he had fallen to this point?

I turned the car's heating array to maximum, but my hands on the steering wheel were still numb from the cold.

This is beyond the North.

This is a cold night.

Sometimes, he was sure that this freezing feeling came from his heart; but sometimes, he was very aware that this was real, bone-chilling cold.

In the cold night, many cognitions become blurred.

Fortunately, there is the "Chaos Yin and Yang Sutra" left by Liu Sheng.

Although he once thought that he had no need for it because he didn't have the ability to transform, one day he finally found that he could practice this method.

This also means that he was finally transformed.

But in this long-lost northern territory, how easy is it to maintain a human identity? At least now he can still barely survive, and even his cultivation is getting higher and higher.

What does it matter whether he is a human or a trickster?
But he often wondered if he should not continue living.
My daughter is gone, and my niece is gone too.

His wife held a grudge against him and was afraid that they would never see each other again.

But he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Collect materials for the Xianzhou Project and prepare for the unknown future.

By the way, find that "home".

Perhaps it was this faint thought that allowed him to keep moving forward step by step in this endless cold night.

Ling Fu laughed at himself, put away his distracting thoughts, and focused on observing the scene below.

In the darkness, a dazzling silver light dazzled him.

"That's... Nebula Spirit Fluid? Oh my god... That much?"

He was full of surprise and controlled the car to land slowly.

I saw a pool of nebula spirit liquid in front of me, glowing faintly, like a silent treasure.

"In the past, just one drop of this stuff could be auctioned for 600,000 spirit beads, but here there is actually a whole pond of this much. It's a profit, but what a shame..."

Muttering to himself, he took out the truth-seeking instrument again to make sure that this was not an illusion.

Then he took out a heavenly sword and fired it.

The Sky Sword broke through the cold night above and merged into the Skynet.

And there is a golden thread hanging from the other end, connecting to this place.

If he just sent the coordinates, he would not be able to locate it in the cold night. Only through such a device can people find this place.

This is also Lingfu’s latest development.

After all, he was once the best craftsman in the world.

Although it is hard to say whether it was influenced by his niece, he admitted that his creations have become bolder recently.

and many more!

Is Liu Sheng a niece or a niece?
He was stunned for a moment, tapped his forehead, and felt that he seemed a little confused.

However, this is a problem unique to the Tang Dynasty.

There is a unified name in the federal language and there is no distinction.

What's that word called?

Just as I was recalling the somewhat distant federal language, a beam of light fell from the sky and a figure appeared in the light.

"It's actually Nebula Spirit Liquid!"

As soon as he saw the shimmering pool, the man became excited.

"This material is extremely ductile and protective, and has extraordinary temperature adaptation, energy absorption and scattering, mimicry and invisibility, and microscopic self-healing capabilities!"

"That's good. We now have a better choice for the surface coating of the Immortal Boat!"

Then he bowed deeply to Ling Fu:

"Thank you, Senior Ling. The mineral resources here will be taken over by the New World Branch of Qingyun Pavilion."

"Well, I feel relieved if you take over." Ling Fu nodded, thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Your name is Song Xiaoya, right?"

The figure finally buffered and revealed a woman in a silver uniform with neat short blue hair, which made her originally beautiful and gentle face look a bit heroic.

"That's right, Senior Ling actually remembers it." The woman said with a smile.

"Of course I remember. Liu Sheng said you have good talent."

"Really? Mother Earth praises me so much?" Song Xiaoya looked overjoyed.

Ling Fu nodded slightly: "Of course."

Song Xiaoya almost jumped up with joy: "Great! Thank you, Senior Ling."

Ling Fu's expression also softened.

The girl's smile temporarily dispelled some of the gloom in the cold night.

At this time, a beam of light fell down next to Song Xiaoya again, accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, and a figure slowly appeared, and a clear and calm voice came:
"Professor Song's instructions have been received. The deployment plan for the automatic mining station has been confirmed. The current regional resource allocation and energy stability assessment have been completed. Do you want to start the construction process immediately?"

"Well, let's start." Song Xiaoya nodded.

Following her confirmation, the figure in the beam of light bowed slightly, then stretched out his arm, and a silver-blue data stream gushed out from his palm.

Ling Fu had nothing to do, so he deployed the protective magic circle of the flying car, hid under the magic circle and watched silently. He saw the human figure methodically setting up the barrier, and the data stream outlined a complex array pattern, suspended on the surface. Then, a lightsaber whizzed down from the sky and pierced the node in the center of the barrier without any error.

It was a heavenly sword pre-loaded with automatic commands, and possessed a dual conversion mechanism of psychic energy and strange energy. It embedded itself into the center of the barrier the moment it landed, and quickly merged with the barrier structure to form a magic array that combined protection and energy conversion.

With a low hum, the sword body split apart, forming dozens of miniature psychic robots that scattered like silver fireflies, busily collecting materials nearby to form a simple mining station.

The mining station is next to a small pool of nebula ether liquid. Several nimble robotic arms slowly extend out and accurately probe into the bottom of the pool. Their movements are smooth without disturbing the liquid surface.

After a while, the robotic arm held up a whole tube of nebula spirit fluid with a light blue fluorescent color, and an iridescent halo flowed on the surface, as if a small piece of void was sealed in the tube.

After the mining station was confirmed, the micro-robot reassembled into the Sky Sword, carrying the sample and the report obtained by Song Xiaoya's quick analysis, and rushed straight into the sky, leaving behind a brilliant tail flame, accurately connecting to Skynet.

Ling Fu watched all this and clapped softly.

Every time I see him, I can't help but marvel at the artistic flow of his works.

After being busy for a while, Song Xiaoya noticed that he had not left yet, and felt something strange for a moment.

After all, Senior Ling is always on the road and never stops, so finding materials for the fairy boat and building a mining station is so smooth.

"Why are you still here, senior? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to ask the senior in red to take a look at you?"

"No, I'm just taking a break and admiring your work."

"Haha, Senior Ling, you are too polite. What is there to appreciate about this?" Song Xiaoya said with a smile, but she couldn't help but sigh, "It is indeed hard for you, Senior, to travel around in the cold night."

"Ugh……"

Ling Fu sighed in silence.

If it weren't for the fact that he could occasionally come into contact with these "people" from the new world, he would probably have been completely swallowed up by this cold night.

"It's a pity that we haven't found a way to maintain cognitive clarity in the cold night, otherwise we wouldn't have to trouble you, senior."

"Once we are trapped in a cold night, we will soon be affected by the chaotic information contained in the strange energy and will not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion. Because what we see is always a superposition state, unlike humans, who can perceive the difference..."

As she spoke, Song Xiaoya still felt a little lost.

Once the people in the new world begin to come into contact with the outside world, they gradually realize the reality of the world and naturally know that they are not real human beings.

Some people may become depressed, dejected or even go crazy because of this.

But gradually, the temple conveyed the oracle of Mother Earth that "all beings are equal", indicating that data bodies are also life, and the riots in the new world temporarily stopped.

"Forget it, I can't think about it anymore." Song Xiaoya smiled bitterly, "Otherwise I'll become a madman like the Illusion School, always thinking about breaking through this world."

Ling Fu's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, these words touched upon something deep in his heart.

No, no, it must be because he once thought about leaving this world and returning to the world before he traveled through time.

But now it has been proven that this is not the case at all, and that I was born and raised here, right?

But if that's the case, why do I have those memories?

Doesn’t that mean it’s some kind of rebirth?

No, to be precise, it might be a transfer of consciousness.

But why did it transfer to my own brain?
That's why he wanted the answer and was determined to find his hometown and make sure that the home with a pot of osmanthus tree on the balcony really existed.

In the past, he was searching non-stop.

But now, he stopped.

Is it because you are tired?
Or... already know the answer?

The thought sent chills down his spine.

He subconsciously held his chest and felt his heart suddenly jump.

A tentacle suddenly shot out from the heart.

"Mother Earth!" Song Xiaoya said in astonishment.

The students around her were also shocked and were about to kneel down, but she stopped them: "No need, the Earth Mother does not like this kind of etiquette."

Ling Fu looked down at the tentacle, feeling strangely surprised.

It was as if my niece was right next to me.

But when was it implanted?

He ignored the cries of Song Xiaoya and his students, stumbled into the car, started off with a roar, and flew into the depths of the cold night.

On a cold night, time and space are both flowing.

The direction is unpredictable.

Just like Song Xiaoya said, she has no anchor point in reality, so there is no way for her to walk in the cold night, but as a data body she is not easily disturbed by illusions.

Humans are more likely to get lost in the cold of the night.

But it is also easy to arrive at unexpected places and discover something unexpected because of the anchor point.

For example, now.

Ling Fu stood in front of a huge spaceship.

The hull was mottled with rust and covered with plants and moss.

But he was very familiar with that style.

That was the Federation Empire's spaceship.