It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 310: Brain supplementation is the ladder of human progress... and also the ladder of elves
Xiaoguang Furnace Heart——

Using technology based on the Way of Immortal, this power reactor is as dazzling as the sun at dawn.

Hidden in it are many mysteries that cannot be solved by modern science and modern mysticism. It can be said to be a source of mystery.

“…To be honest, this sounds a lot like nuclear fusion, but it’s actually different.”

Geralt spoke slowly.

Although he had only been here for a short time, he had already realized the level of development of civilization on this planet, so he gave a more appropriate example.

“…This is more like the crystallization of the interweaving of technology and magic, constructing the correct mode of existence in both the physical and mysterious dimensions.”

——With conscious breathing regulation, his breath gradually became even and deep.

——At least you won’t start coughing or even vomiting blood just by saying a few words.

Her physical health had obviously improved and was no longer so bad, which made Miss Shirley subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

But what followed was an even greater confusion, which made her eyes widen: "What is nuclear fusion? Geralt, why do you know so much about it?"

Miss Hilly is certainly not someone who lacks education.

Although her childhood memories were rather bad, she became a princess of a fallen country before completing her palace education, and her subsequent academic career was also quite bumpy.

But she still completed her studies as much as possible, including reading, writing, history, nature, poetry, prose and logic, as well as knowledge of demon hunters and magic...

Although I can't say that I am very knowledgeable, but the basics are still fine.

Unfortunately, the systems on both sides were different, so her knowledge was useless here. She had not received any systematic training, and she had no idea about the modern civilization here...

It's not to the point of hopeless illiteracy, but the difference is not huge either.

She had no idea what Geralt was saying, which made her even more confused, and she soon realized another problem:
"Wait, you speak... it seems like another language?"

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"..."

In the darkness not far away, the time elf also raised his eyebrows.

She didn't have a sudden flash of inspiration like Miss Ciri, but she reacted immediately after hearing the other party's words.

seemingly……

Is this really the case, and I didn't even realize it?
“Don’t talk about me. Aren’t you the same? Ciri.” Geralt forced out a somewhat difficult smile. He leaned against the cave wall behind him and tried to assume a relaxed posture as much as possible.

Just considering his tattered, bloodstained attire, the sense of incongruity is very strong.

"what?"

Miss Shirley had just asked another question, but instead of getting a direct answer, she was given a reminder in return.

Facing the old witcher's meaningful eyes, her expression was dazed for a moment, and then she suddenly came to her senses, and it seemed that she was the same!

She has never been aware of it?!
"This is normal, just like breathing. How many people would deliberately confirm its existence..."

Geralt whispered, slowly raising his arms.

then……

He took a deep breath, a rhythm that held something ancient and mysterious.

"...!!"

Following the demon hunter's simple and direct action, the time elf not far away changed color slightly, and there was some change in expression and eyes.

At the same time, she subconsciously took a small step back.

In just a moment, Tokisaki Kurumi's figure seemed to be completely integrated into the shadows.

But her vigilance seemed unnecessary.

Because it wasn't directed at her, nor was it a premeditated attack.

Deep in the cracks beneath the earth, an ancient and primitive force quietly surged, like the breath of a prehistoric beast, or like a sudden strong gale.

In an instant——

Aura, spiritual particles, spiritual power, etc., no matter what you call it, those subtle and mysterious energies gather into a flow.

The rich essence of heaven and earth appeared as a vast expanse of white, converging in the same direction.

Two long streams of air appeared from the witcher's mouth and nose. They rose and fell like dragons and snakes, and quickly took shape as Geralt breathed in and out.

Breathing is completed.

As the rich essence of heaven and earth absorbed into his body, the demon hunter felt that his injuries had eased a lot, and his limbs and bones felt warm as if there was a heat current swirling around them.

But he knew it was an illusion.

The power of that palm strike was extremely astonishing. Even though it was through the Domain Gate that was on the verge of breaking, it seized the last opportunity to hastily strike out, and the power transmitted was extremely limited...

But that was not something he could withstand. Even if he was just lightly brushed against it, it would be very bad.

Detonating one of his two swords was a last resort, but when it came down to it, he didn't have much confidence that he could survive.

Doing my best to protect Ciri is already the limit.

The current situation...can be more or less considered a miracle.

Geralt took a deep breath and stopped breathing. The aura phenomenon he triggered disappeared into the air. He also moved his hands and feet and stood up in a slow but firm rhythm.

Ciri was a little surprised and wanted to hold it, but he stopped her by raising his hand.

"I'm fine. It's not that easy to die... And I've made preparations. Before this operation, I specially transplanted a top-grade Xuan-level ghost pulse and bought a top-grade induction pill."

Geralt waved his hand, smiled bitterly and sighed:

"After all, I felt that I was doomed. The best outcome would be to lose this physical body. I would be lucky to escape with only a wisp of soul..."

"If that's the case, with the help of the lead and mercury in the induction pill, I might be able to condense my soul into a physical body and practice the ghost way. It can also be used as a last resort..."

The former demon hunter couldn't help muttering to himself and sighing as he talked about his arrangements.

His words were filled with pain and reluctance.

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"..."

The air around was a little quiet, and it was a bit awkward for a moment.

When Tokisaki Kurumi reappeared, she was thinking about something and hadn't spoken yet, but Miss Ciri's eyes were already full of circles, and she felt like she had heard a lot of strange things. Obviously, thanks to that strange language, she could understand every word.

But stringing them together to form logical sentences is not such an easy task.

Those strange terms, those self-consistent concepts, those corners of knowledge that seem to belong to another strange and huge system, vaguely reveal a grand order.

This made her feel as if she was in front of a completely unfamiliar world, feeling the world coming at her, everything was so incomprehensible.

do not understand at all.

Yet, Geralt seemed to know all this knowledge well, and his words came out so naturally and fluently, revealing an extraordinary familiarity.

It's as if...

It seemed as if he had been exposed to this knowledge, as well as the forces, camps or systems behind them, for a very long time.

Just like culture and customs, they will naturally shape a person's words, deeds, and grammatical habits in word choice and sentence structure, and the same is true for Geralt now.

So--

What about me? What is my situation?
The vague guess in her mind seemed to become clearer. Miss Ciri couldn't help but pursed her lips and subconsciously clenched her fists.

She thought of the spells she had learned inexplicably, and the strange language she had mastered inexplicably...

Maybe it is not acquired inexplicably, but I have forgotten the process of learning it and lost part of my memory?
There was a flash of gloom in the depths of her eyes, but Miss Ciri finally pursed her lips, not showing it, and breathed out softly.

She raised her head and looked at the old demon hunter, with some worry in her eyes, and said softly:
"It's better not to feel sorry for wasting these preparations. Although I don't fully understand, if your final means can come in handy... that would be the worst, right?"

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"That's right. It is said that the practice of ghosts is not a true practice. For those of us who rely entirely on external objects to practice, choosing this is almost like giving up on ourselves..."

After hearing this, Geralt was silent for a moment and then forced out a rather unpleasant smile.

"But now that it's time to save my life, I don't have much choice. It's good enough to be alive. I never thought I could really withstand it..."

He sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to carry endless heaviness and thought, slowly condensing in the air and then quietly dissipating.

Just like that a few seconds passed, as if he was weighing his words, the witcher's eyes focused again.

It fell on his adopted daughter, who had no direct blood relationship with him but was more like his own daughter.

"Ciri, the language we use now is revered as 'true language'. Legend has it that it originated from the spells passed down by ancient immortals, but it's just a legend..."

Geralt opened his mouth and said slowly:
"But as a language, truth, as you have witnessed, is the principle that connects all things and explains the commonality of all things in the world..."

There is even an ancient saying that if you can speak your mind with truth, your words will become reality.

Then, the most essential power of the spell is touched upon...but this statement is difficult to verify.

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"..."

Ciri also took a deep breath and looked straight at her adoptive father: "So, how did I learn it?"

"You should have thought of that, right?"

Geralt was silent for a moment, then spoke in a sigh.

"Then take a look at this. Do you still remember it?"

As he spoke, he gathered his true energy and waved his hand to project a vast and realistic image all around him, as if dragging the surrounding environment into another world.

"This is……"

Tokisaki Kurumi, who was not far away, was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

She found herself as if she were there, with huge storm clouds rolling and drifting beneath her feet, stretching to the end of the sky.

Before our eyes, there are thousands of auspicious lights and lucky auras, as well as fairy-like flying peaks and floating islands, drifting leisurely in the vast sky. They appear and disappear like a mirage.

Above the hanging mountain, the mist is lingering and vague.

The flying boat and the magical bird travel across the sky and around the peaks.

And further away——

A huge suspended island stands, no, it's more like a floating continent.

They are vast and boundless, as if they are as high as the sky, surrounded by flying peaks and floating islands like the moon surrounded by stars.

Countless palaces and pavilions stand on it in an orderly manner, magnificent and majestic, just like a fairy palace built above the mortal world, chasing the sun and the moon, exuding awe-inspiring solemnity and sacredness.

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the other side.

The airships were flying in a strange direction under the command of an invader.

"...Where exactly are we going to fly to? Aren't there any exact coordinates?"

Itsuka Kotori sat in the captain's seat, frowned, and looked at the young man standing next to her with some dissatisfaction: "If we fly too far, the signal will be affected. We still have to support the combat plan over there..."

"Almost there, almost there, it should be in this direction..."

The young man spread his hands and said something irresponsibly:

"After all, this land has been abandoned for a long time, and many things have been demolished. I have never paid attention to the development of this world, so I can't remember some things..."

As he said this, he glanced behind him.

The analyst lady not far away lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes flickering slightly.

Very good, you have obviously entered the state of imagination... That's right, imagination is the ladder of human progress, and it can also be the ladder of progress for elves.

Judging from the situation of this lady behind the scenes, she probably won't take the initiative to say to me "I really want to improve", so I can only give her a push and help her improve.

Xia Zhi nodded with satisfaction.

"So, what exactly are you looking for?" Kotori Itsuka continued to ask with a frown on her face.

"The sacred Jianmu tree——"

The young man thought for a moment, then gave a simple explanation: "Just think of it as a space elevator. Anyway, it's a very big thing..."

(End of this chapter)