Cosmic Demon

Chapter 281 Good news, the gods have been summoned!
"Am I Qin Wuxiang?"

Qin Shi felt as if he had been hit on the head with a sledgehammer, and his head was buzzing.

His consciousness was trembling, and his mind was as if it were being filled with thunder, exploding and blasting!

Old He's methods are indeed unpredictable and ridiculously powerful!
It left Qin Shi with almost no room for resistance.

In ancient empires, such a manifestation of divine power was on par with legends and the level of immortals and Buddhas who resided in the world.

With a single thought, one can alter celestial phenomena, manipulate nature, and let one's thoughts roam freely, covering most of the planet and even traversing vast light-years through celestial projections to travel through outer space.

They are the "true immortals" from the tales of gods and monsters.

This kind of powerful and unparalleled mental will is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Once it solidifies and takes shape, it descends like the so-called oppressive force of Heaven, causing all living beings to tremble in fear.

Therefore, when Qin Shi truly felt the overwhelming pressure of that divine spirit, he felt utterly suffocated, as if he were facing an infinitely long and wide wall.

Insurmountable, beyond reach.

"Is this a manifestation of divine intervention?"

The Qin Dynasty was amazed and shocked.

Is such power truly something that can be cultivated by a human body?
His newly formed spiritual embryo is as insignificant as a speck of dust.

The white-haired figure, like an endless sea of ​​stars, covered it up.

"My mental state is slow and stagnant, and I'm starting to feel sleepy."

Qin Shi carefully experienced the feeling of being "suppressed" by the divine manifestation.

Even though I am a spiritual being and do not need to sleep, I still feel my eyelids are heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and a strong sense of drowsiness washes over me.

"Hypnosis...is about entering the depths of my mind, relaxing the brain, and putting it into complete hibernation."

Qin Shi's spirit body was sinking, as if sinking into a soft and comfortable bed.

Even without the "suppression" of a divinely manifested mind, he himself was no longer willing to turn his thoughts and gather his spirit.

Fortunately, he set up an indoor filming location, and Super Little He served as a safety net, preventing things from completely spiraling out of control.

"Old He's hypnosis skills are so good, maybe those stories in those cheap novels, like him single-handedly storming the capital, taking on nine powerful clans, and stirring up trouble, are actually true."

Qin Shi pondered and observed.

He was also very curious about how Lao He was going to create a "Qin Wuxiang" for him.

"This kid has a pure spirit and a vibrant mind, but he hasn't spent much time honing his skills, which is a waste of his talent."

The white-haired figure looked relaxed, as if using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

He once tried to put a football stadium that could hold tens of thousands of people to sleep.

The greatest achievement was calming the turbulent, boiling will of the planet and pulling it back from the brink of destruction.

No matter how great Qin Shi's potential or how high his talent, it was not enough.

How could it possibly compare to a massive planet that has nurtured billions of living beings and thrived for billions of years!
"Since I can't learn from Qi Gou, I'll become Qi Gou."

The solution to the problem involving the white-haired figure is simple: hypnotize Qin Shi into "Qin Wuxiang" and let him fully experience that invincible aura.

The One and Only Way Through the Ages is complete!

When he was cultivating, he developed his life force and secretly learned from the masters of the Hundred Meridians. He came up with this move called "Inviting the Gods".

"What a pity. The Imperial Capital Museum refused to lend me Ning Yuanhai's scriptures, otherwise I would have first prayed to the god Ning Yuanhai, then done archaeology, and then invited the god Yan Haishan."

Perhaps this path to becoming a Martial God will then be opened up.

The white-haired figure felt a slight pang of regret, for not every school of thought possesses such vision and generosity as those willing to invite divine intervention for learning.

Of course, it's also possible that He Lanchan sometimes gets too caught up in the role, and after inviting the ancestral master, he can't help but scold his disciples and grand-disciples for being unworthy and even want to enforce "family rules".

Not only did they beat the leaders of those martial arts schools black and blue, but they also made them lose face and lose face.

From then on, whenever they saw He Lanchan, they would avoid him like the plague, taking detours to avoid him.

"I know Qi Gou's arrogant and domineering attitude all too well."

The white-haired figure activated his divine mind and began to construct a "second personality" for Qin Shi, creating Qin Wuxiang!

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In the infirmary, Qin Shi's body, which had been carried here, was covered with various sensory devices.

Fu Lei was pulled over by Song Xing, while Gao Pao and Zhao Su stood guard at the door, several pairs of eyes staring at the doctor.

"The situation is a bit strange, it's hard to make a judgment."

The middle-aged male doctor in the white coat hesitated; the data displayed by the instrument fluctuated very strangely and was not in accordance with common sense.

"A few minutes ago, Xiao Qin's heart stopped beating, and he was like... dead, without any signs of life, but then he quickly recovered."

But shortly afterward, his heart stopped again.

This went on and on, going through several rounds of back and forth.

The middle-aged male doctor was getting a little frantic. If it were anyone else, their heart would have stopped beating, and they would have needed a pacemaker and emergency resuscitation.

But the Qin Dynasty was like doing sit-ups in a coffin, constantly testing your mental state.

The middle-aged male doctor was at a loss for what to do.

"His heart stopped?"

Fu Lei, wrapped up like a dumpling in bandages, frowned. Could it be that Xiao Qin was being attacked by two martial gods in a doubles match and was already on the verge of death?

"Look at the good things you did!"

Song Xing couldn't sit still any longer and turned to make a phone call to contact the military hospital in Baiyang Fortress City, asking them to send their top-notch director over.

"If anything happens to Xiao Qin, how can the Yellow Springs Training Camp keep its reputation? Old Fu, you're being ridiculous!"

Fu Lei seemed to have a toothache, raising his hand to rub his cheek. He had been subjected to a barrage of scolding from Old Song, and dared not retort. He thought to himself:

"That shouldn't be the case! The 'trial' of the afterimage crystal is certainly dangerous, but the concentration and purity of life force that Xiao Qin has shown is more than enough to withstand it..."

Before Song Xing could even pick up the microphone, the middle-aged male doctor delivered another piece of bad news:

"Oh no! Not only has his heart stopped beating, but his vital signs have also disappeared. This lasted for two minutes, and there's still no sign of recovery!"

Gao Pao and Zhao Su, who were guarding the door, changed their expressions drastically upon hearing this. They never expected that Brother Qin, who was as fierce as a dragon, would suddenly die in such a way!
"Doctor, what do you mean by that?"

Song Xing was sweating profusely and seemed somewhat at a loss.

"This condition is medically defined as... 'vegetative state'."

The middle-aged male doctor shook his head, as if issuing a critical condition notice, indicating that Qin Shi was beyond saving. "A vegetable?"

Now it was Fu Lei's turn to lose his composure. He rushed to the bedside and pressed his hand against Qin Shi's chest.

Not only did his heart stop beating, but he also stopped breathing.

Even the life force that should have been surging and boiling was silent, and no fluctuation could be felt!
The Qin Dynasty was like a cold, icy meteorite lying quietly in the dark universe.

"Give me the phone! There's a psychic expert at the military hospital who specializes in treating all sorts of mental health issues!"

Fu Lei couldn't sit still any longer. He snatched the microphone from his adjutant Song Xing and prepared to mobilize his connections for an emergency rescue.

The level of vitality during the Qin Dynasty was such that they wouldn't die immediately.

If we're willing to allocate resources, we might be able to pull him back from the brink of death.

"Now you're panicking! Where were you before?!"

Song Xingyu was still furious, but he still handed over the microphone.

The Yellow Springs Training Camp has finally produced a talent who brings honor to the nation, and no one wants him to just disappear like this.

But before Fu Lei could make the call, the security guard's duty room called first.

Fu Lei was furious and immediately started cursing:

"What do you need me for? Is it something extremely urgent?"

"Reporting, Instructor, the commander from Baiyang is here for an inspection..."

The guard said, feeling wronged.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over your head and toes.

This instantly brought Fu Lei and Song Xing to their senses, and then a chill ran through them.

Everyone knows perfectly well who Bai Yang's superior is after.

Can……

Fu Lei and Song Xing both looked at Qin Shi, who was lying on the hospital bed, seemingly in a deep sleep and unable to be awakened.

The atmosphere in the medical room fell silent for a moment.

"Instructor, are you listening?"

The guards, unaware of the details, continued to question them.

"The VIP's motorcade is almost at the gate. Should we prepare to greet it?"

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Afterimage crystal, spiritual world.

Qin Shi fell into an unprecedented deep slumber, a complete silence that was close to death.

When a normal person falls asleep, no matter how soundly they sleep, their mind remains active, albeit in the subconscious.

But after Qin Shi was hypnotized, his deepest thoughts stopped, and every thought seemed to freeze.

Only the rays of spiritual light contained within the inner landscape can still illuminate and operate.

"Old He's spiritual power is indeed incredibly fierce. Anyone whose spiritual level is lower than his can be easily manipulated and transformed."

Qin Shi was in the inner scene, observing Lao He creating a second personality for him, implanting various behaviors, temperaments and postures related to Qi Wuxiang.

It seems that Lao He expended a lot of energy during this process.

That proud, white-haired figure appeared somewhat dim, losing its dazzling brilliance like that of a celestial body.

"It seems like something is being nurtured. Old He's method of summoning gods is too unbelievable."

The spiritual world has no concept of time and is unaware of how much time has passed. A seed resembling a white cocoon emerges from the dormant sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Shi stared intently, sensing the extraordinary aura emanating from it.

It was as if life was truly being conceived, about to emerge from its cocoon at any moment.

"It's done."

The white-haired figure looked satisfied, as if he had accomplished a great mission.

"This 'Qin Wuxiang' is basically a one-to-one replica of Qi Gou, guaranteed to make you look like the word 'invincible' written all over your face."

Once you forge an invincible heart, there will be no more obstacles in the "One Path Through the Ages"!

Qin Shi felt a surge of excitement, thinking that although Lao He had set many traps, he was indeed reliable at crucial moments.

"I've had enough sleep, it's time to wake up."

The white-haired figure snapped his fingers, as if pressing a switch.

With his spirit completely dormant and on the verge of death, Qin Shi opened his eyes.

It was as if I had just woken up from a long dream.

At the same moment.

The seed that had formed a white cocoon in the sea of ​​consciousness shattered!
The second personality that was born transformed into a vast amount of information that flooded into the spiritual body, and was then absorbed and digested by Qin Shi.

"I wonder how effective it will be?"

The white-haired figure sitting cross-legged in the void seemed somewhat expectant; he rarely used hypnosis to create a second personality in the past.

I learned this skill from that teacher during his travels across the stars, but I haven't used it much until now.

The white-haired figure raised his eyes and looked at "Qin Shi" opposite him.

The latter opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like thick, unyielding ink.

"Boy..."

"Old thing!"

Qin Shi was indifferent.

"Who gave you permission to hypnotize me? I think you've lived too long and are looking for your own death!"

The white-haired figure froze for a moment, then nodded.

Yes, that’s the taste!
Without saying another word, he raised his hand and slapped "Qin Shi" into the sea of ​​consciousness below.

"You can go participate in the Qi Dog Imitation Contest."

(End of this chapter)