Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 192 The Faint and Elusive Cloud Technique (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

For ordinary people, the destruction of their sea of ​​consciousness does not mean that it can be rebuilt.

Everyone understands the principle that withered trees can spring back to life.

But the sea of ​​consciousness is not wood; it cannot regenerate like wood by retaining only a portion of its tissue.

From a physics perspective, wood possesses this ability by sacrificing its own complexity.

This property is achieved by creating redundancy that occupies a lot of space in the underlying cellular structure.

The human body is intricate and complex, with no space allocated to this regenerative function, hence the poor regenerative capacity of humans.

The sea of ​​consciousness is more complex than that of a human being.

However, the underlying structure of the sea of ​​consciousness involves the atomic scale and has more redundancy than that of the human body.

This is why cultivators have a stronger regenerative ability than mortals.

This is because, in terms of the overall physical structure, cultivators have more redundancy than mortals.

However, no matter how much redundancy is left, it is still insufficient when the sea of ​​consciousness is nearly 99% destroyed.

Almost all cultivators had no choice but to wait for death.

This is not as simple as a drop in cultivation level.

It's not that they're crazy or stupid.

As the foundational stage, the sea of ​​consciousness has already assumed the function of governing the energy circulation throughout the body.

The foundation of the Dao can only remain stable because of the operation of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is gone; it might not explode, but it is undoubtedly slowly decaying.

The same applies to the "essence" of the physical body.

A mortal brain cannot control such a powerful physical body.

Once the sea of ​​consciousness is lost, the physical body will slowly decay and perish.

But none of this was a problem for Fang Jun; reconstruction and repair were easy tasks, and—

"Based on the knowledge in the 'Supreme Record of Planting Demons and Acquiring Spirits'."

"Actually, there are big problems with the structure of my sea of ​​consciousness. It seems fine, but it is like a house built with thatch, with the wind leaking in everywhere."

"Not only is it not sturdy, it will collapse in a strong wind."

"This is certainly due to my wanton destruction of my divine consciousness. The repeated cycles of birth and death have left my sea of ​​consciousness scarred."

"Furthermore, the cultivation techniques I used to practice were too inferior and cannot be compared with the 'Supreme Demon Seed and Spirit Transfer Secret Record' at all."

The more Fang Jun looked at it, the more he felt that his own sea of ​​consciousness was crude and worthless.

And in order to make his sea of ​​consciousness appear less garbage.

He decided to rebuild a new sea of ​​consciousness.

Besides this experience, the materials he referenced were naturally inseparable from "The Supreme Record of Planting Demons and Transferring Spirits".

Then, the calculations of the Yuan Shen number are added.

It is estimated that the strength of this reconstructed sea of ​​consciousness will increase by 89.1%.

The strength of one's natural divine sense will also increase by 53.2%.

"Is this what great supernatural power is?"

"It is not necessarily about having infinite reserves of power that one possesses great supernatural abilities."

"Even the ability to increase one's basic abilities is a great supernatural power."

"This is only because I have only just completed the 'Supreme Demon Seed and Spirit Transfer Secret Record'."

"I really don't know what the effects of achieving great success and perfection are."

"and……"

Fang Jun pondered this for a moment. Having mastered the "Supreme Demon Seed and Spirit Transfer Secret Record," he had already discovered that this great supernatural power was actually incomplete.

The spirit of the Xuanming Palace did not grant him complete supernatural powers.

More details remain in its memory.

"That's too stingy. If you had left me more content and not wasted my time, I would have been fine."

"I might spare your life."

The above was just a joke.

Fang Jun is unlikely to hold back; who knows what tricks the other side has up its sleeve?
After all, it is a fragment of consciousness of a Golden Core cultivator.

Not to be underestimated.

Moreover, don't assume that the spirit of the Xuanming Palace will reveal all its secrets when it begs for mercy at the last moment.

That is impossible.

It didn't want to die, but it didn't want to die with regrets.

It's not that they're willing to hand over everything to Fang Jun and then eke out a living.

Once it feels it has given Fang Jun the greatest benefit, it won't say anything. Besides, even if it retains the memories now, these memories still need time to be deciphered.

Fang Jun will have to wait some time before he can reap any rewards.

"Huh? That's strange. Logically speaking, I killed the spirit of the Xuanming Palace. This trip to the Xuanming Palace should be over, so why is there no other reaction?"

"Could it be that there are other programs besides the artifact spirit executing this mechanism?"

"Hmm, probably. After all, when I clashed with it just now, it didn't affect the operation of the Xuanming Palace much."

"This should be the underlying mechanism from the initial design."

"Yi Yi and Xiao Xin are still inside."

Fang Jun pondered this in his heart, and then headed towards the Xuanming Palace.

……

The Palace of the Dark Underworld.

The third level.

The pass on of traditions.

This is a huge and majestic square, with the ground paved with ancient and worn black jade. Each jade brick is engraved with obscure Taoist patterns, faintly gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

Four colossal pillars stand at the four corners of the square, their shafts entwined with lifelike black dragon sculptures, their eyes bloodshot, as if they might burst forth from the pillars at any moment to devour anyone who might approach them.

In the center of the square, a towering altar stands majestically, with a fist-sized black crystal floating atop it.

The crystal seemed to contain flowing galaxies, vast and profound, radiating a chilling aura.

The five Xuanming Jade stones on Mo Yiyi's body were emitting a faint blue light.

As the first to arrive, I immediately received a message.

"To inherit the legacy, one must first bear its weight!"

One after another, dark figures emerged from the void and gradually solidified.

The Dao patterns on its body revealed their names.

It is called the Mysterious Netherworld Battle Soul.

There are a total of twenty.

These battle spirits are clad in black armor, wield various weapons, and are surrounded by a dense aura of malevolence. Each of them exudes an aura no weaker than that of a Foundation Establishment Ninth Level cultivator.

They stood silently in formation, their bodies radiating murderous intent, their cold gazes intently locking onto the trial participants in the plaza.

"war!"

Without further ado, the War Soul Squad launched a thunderous charge, a dark mass surging forward like a tidal wave.

Then he walked past Mo Yiyi.

The War Soul Squad was stunned, looking around in disbelief as if trying to catch Mo Yiyi.

But they never noticed Mo Yiyi, who was standing right next to them, observing them closely.

"How stupid! I thought these menacing battle spirits would be able to find me, but they're just like headless flies."

"But the fact that this space didn't say the inheritance test was over proves that the Xuanming Palace is capable of detecting my existence, just like it was when it teleported me before."

"But the testers it sent out were helpless against me."

Mo Yiyi analyzed.

Having followed Fang Jun for so long, she has learned some things; she's not some ignorant fool.

"I haven't seen the Dao patterns on these battle spirits before, but they are probably what maintains their form."

"Record it in the Nascent Soul cell, and then give it to Master for research."

"Ugh~ How am I supposed to record this when it's hidden inside my body? No, I have to open it."

"But aren't twenty Foundation Establishment Stage 9 cultivators a bit too dangerous?"

"With my abilities, there shouldn't be any problem, but Master said that when traveling, one must be careful in everything. With my junior sister not by my side, I have to be even more careful."

"Then we won't break it. The Dao patterns will be recorded on the outside, and I will replenish the ones inside."

"I'm confident that with my talent, I won't make the wrong choice in supplementing it."

Mo Yiyi followed her intuition and did not provoke the obviously dangerous Xuanming Battle Soul.

After recording the Dao patterns on them, Mo Yiyi began recording the Dao patterns on the ground.

I don't know what use it is, but I'll record it first.

"That black crystal should be the inheritance. I'll go give it a try."

Feeling no danger whatsoever, Mo Yiyi directly touched the black crystal.

"This is actually a great supernatural power."

"Is it called the 'Mysterious and Unpredictable Cloud Technique'?"

(End of this chapter)