Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 281 Memories (1)

The timeline quickly rewinds to 2007.

The demonic cultivators who had undergone tribulation in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths perished together with Luo Qing, leaving only a remnant of his spirit. After an unknown period of time, he finally ended up in the body of a university professor with the same name who had committed suicide.

(The following perspective is primarily from Luo Qing's point of view)

After transmigrating, Luo Qing carefully reviewed the memories of this body.

'What a peaceful little world.'

'The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? Qin, Han, Tang, Ming? Industrial Revolution? World War? Information Age? Trisolaran invasion? Where did this divine punishment come from?' Luo Qing remained silent.

He had heard of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and Qin, Han, Tang, and Ming were probably the names of dynasties, but...

What does it mean that Watt improved the steam engine?
In the mid-18th century, the art of ingenuity flourished in this world and rapidly developed and matured. In less than three hundred years, it went through several technological revolutions and propelled this world to a golden age.

But this prosperous era seems to be facing a crisis now? The overwhelming news of the 'Trisolaran invasion of Earth' in his memory has almost drowned out most of the original owner's memories.

Are the Trisolarans some kind of demonic or demonic cultivators?

Due to incomplete memories, Luo Qing racked his brains but could not yet figure out the origin of the so-called Trisolarans. However, he figured that if they were called 'Trisolarans,' then they were all human and it was nothing more than a matter of secular dynasties vying for supremacy.

The invasion of four hundred years ago was quite distant, and the lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator is only a thousand years, almost half of which has passed.

Besides.

What surprised Luo Qing the most was that he found no trace of cultivation in the original owner's memories. In the vast country, apart from some popular vernacular novels and strange myths, there was not a trace of cultivation.

Of course, there was no spiritual energy either.

'Oh no, this world seems to be devoid of spiritual energy. How am I supposed to cultivate?' Closing his eyes and sensing the perfected Nascent Soul Dao body and the world outside that could be described as a 'spiritual vacuum,' Luo Qing was greatly alarmed. He couldn't care less about the Trisolaran invasion, the Industrial Revolution, or any other cosmic civilization. He hurriedly spread his spiritual sense.

The spiritual sense traversed 500 kilometers, with Luo Qing as the origin, almost completely covering the entire province and state known as 'Hebei'.

'It contains absolutely no spiritual energy, not even a trace left by a cultivator.'

'When the Way of Heaven is not revealed, spiritual energy does not exist.'

'This is a death trap for cultivators.'

Luo Qing remained expressionless and withdrew his spiritual sense.

Without spiritual energy, he cannot cultivate; without cultivation, his strength cannot improve. And what is the point of living if one does not cultivate immortality?
Moreover, without spiritual energy, wouldn't that mean his spiritual power cannot be replenished, leading to a slow death?
Luo Qing suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if a rope was wrapped around his neck and gradually tightening, seemingly about to strangle this Nascent Soul cultivator on the spot.

"Quick! Save people!"

A group of police officers suddenly smashed open the door to Luo Qing's laboratory. The plainclothes officer in the lead was shocked to see Professor Luo Qing still hanging himself.

"Damn it, another one died."

"Captain Shi, you're not dead yet! Spit on him!"

"It's too high, find an escalator, find an escalator."

"By the time the escalator finds him, he'll be long gone." The plainclothes officer known as Captain Shi pulled out a pistol from his waist without hesitation, cocked it instantly, and then aimed it at Luo Qing.

'What is this?' Luo Qing could only manage to ask in that moment of wonder.

boom!
A gunshot rang out, a bullet flew, and the rope snapped.

"Catch him!" the plainclothes officer shouted, and a group of police officers crowded forward, raising their hands, fearing that the young Tsinghua University professor might fall and get seriously injured.

Despite losing the support of the hanging rope, Luo Qing seemed oblivious and continued to float in the air.

Police officers: "???"

All the police officers: "!!!"

Shi Qiang frowned. He remembered Ding Yi's story about the archer and the farmer, and couldn't help but curse:
"Damn it, those two nerds were right, physics no longer exists!"

-

three days later.

"Luo Qing, a physics professor at Tsinghua University, one of the youngest recipients of the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars, and also the fifth leading physicist in China to commit suicide this month." Shi Qiang finished reciting this information as if chanting a mantra, then looked at Wang Miao.

"Professor Wang," Shi Qiang smacked his lips, thought for a moment, and asked, "Did you receive any useful intelligence while you were at the forefront of science?"

Wang Miao's expression was grim: "How would I know? I only got in touch with them yesterday... I think your police and military should listen to Ding Yi's advice. The suicide of a cutting-edge theoretical scholar may not have anything to do with the boundaries of science."

"Stop it, stop it."

Shi Qiang slapped his forehead: "I think you and Ding Yi have really gone crazy from playing pool. We shouldn't have relied on you. Forget it, go play. It's okay."

Wang Miao's expression froze for a moment: "How did you know I played pool with Ding Yi a few days ago?"

Shi Qiang patted Wang Miao on the shoulder.

Look at your heels.

Wang Miao was puzzled, but he did as instructed.

“I’ve installed a listening device and a tracking device on you,” Shi Qiang reassured him.

Wang Miao: "???"

Ignoring the lovable, albeit clumsy, nanomaterials expert, Shi Qiang had just lit a cigarette when a call came in from the hospital.

"Team Leader Shi, Professor Luo Qing has woken up. You can go and see him now." "Chief Chang Weisi has spoken with the leaders of Tsinghua University. No one will be visiting him for a while. He wants you to hurry up and gather some useful information, but don't alert him."

"I know, I know," Shi Qiang said impatiently. "You're being so mysterious, I know what I'm doing."

Wang Miao also overheard the phone call and was happy that the rude police officer was out of his sight as soon as possible.

But Shi Qiang didn't leave immediately. He stared intently at Wang Miao and asked, "Professor Wang, if a person is hanging and the rope is broken, is it possible that the person might float for a few seconds before falling?"

Wang Miao retorted sarcastically, "The junior high school physics textbook has a detailed explanation of Newton's laws; you can look it up."

But Shi Qiang was not satisfied with this answer: "If you tie people up with your nanowires, can you create the spectacle of people floating?"

Without turning his head, Wang Miao said, "If that person wants to be cut into pieces by high pressure, they can try."

Shi Qiang nodded, glanced at him thoughtfully, and turned to leave.

-

Luo Qing had a very long nightmare.

In his dream, he annihilated all the demonic cultivators in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. After a thousand years of arduous cultivation, he finally reached the Tribulation Transcending stage. With the blessing of the wishes of all living beings, he successfully ascended to the throne of the Mahayana stage. This should have been a beautiful dream, but suddenly the myriad realms were in turmoil, and he inexplicably appeared in the "Immortal Realm" that had long been destroyed by the Human Emperor.

Moreover, this immortal realm is somewhat different from what Luo Qing had imagined.

The celestial realm I had imagined did not exist. The celestial world before me was a dry, brown landscape. Looking into the distance, there was only endless Gobi Desert and rocks. There was not a single living creature, not even a withered tree branch.

Is this what the immortal realm looked like before it was destroyed?
In his dream, Luo Qing felt that the suppression from the immortal realm was quite severe. He became an ordinary person and struggled through this hot and desolate place.

"Are there any immortals here?" Luo Qing shouted.

His shouts seemed to have disturbed something. Under a stone cave, a human skin fell into a nearly bottomless pool of water. After about half a day, the pool was completely absorbed, and the human skin had become a dried-up, shriveled little figure.

The little man staggered out of the cave, glanced at the sun in the sky, and hoarsely called out to Luo Qing, who was lost and confused on the Gobi Desert.

"Young man, this is a chaotic era. What are you doing wandering around outside? Come and hide in the cave!"

Luo Qing finally met an immortal. Looking at the withered immortal who seemed to be nothing but skin and bones, he cupped his hands and said, "This humble Daoist is Luo Qing, newly arrived in the Immortal Realm. I do not know you, friend..."

The sky suddenly darkened.

"Huh? Is the alternation of day and night in the Immortal Realm so frequent?" Luo Qing was completely bewildered.

The withered little man was shocked when he saw this, and simply rushed over and dragged Luo Qing inside.

"Uh, I apologize for the intrusion into your esteemed abode." Luo Qing considered it very impolite to suddenly barge into someone else's cave, but at this moment he continued to ask for more information: "How should I address you, fellow Daoist? Is this world the Immortal Realm?"

"This is the Trisolaran Empire. What are you doing running around outside? Don't you know how dangerous the Chaotic Era is?"

"So you are Fellow Daoist of the Three Bodies. I wonder what this Immortal Realm is like..." Luo Qing cupped his hands and pointed outside the cave as he asked.

The withered little man angrily interrupted, "What immortal realm? The past eras have long been destroyed; this is the nascent stage of civilization!"

Luo Qing opened his mouth, but in his dream he seemed a little slow to react. Before he could even speak, he was scolded by his fellow Daoist from the Three Bodies.

"This is a chaotic era! Three suns are about to appear. Do you want to be scorched to death?"

"The sun?" Luo Qing pondered deeply in his dream, then suddenly realized: "So the ancient legends are true. The sun in the celestial realm is transformed from a golden crow, and it is said that nine golden crows appear in turn..."

Luo Qing then asked, "What about the remaining six suns?"

Trisolaran: "?"

So you think three suns aren't enough?
Luo Qing smiled again and said, "Fellow Daoist Three Bodies, please don't be offended. I am also a newcomer here. It's just that the appearance of this Immortal Realm is really not what I imagined. Since you are unwilling to explain the situation, I will inquire elsewhere."

With that, Luo Qing turned to leave.

The shriveled little man hesitated to speak. As a being with transparent thoughts, he felt for the first time that there might be some problems with the nervous system of this fellow being.

Adhering to the Trisolarans' principle of not lying to each other, the shriveled little man warned, "I'll remind you one last time: three days in the sky will turn you to ashes!"

Luo Qing pointed to the darkness outside the cave: "It's getting dark, where's the sun...?"

Before he finished speaking, a red sun rose from the east.

Then another blue sun rose in the north.

Finally, another bright sun rose in the south.

Three days in the sky!

Three magnificent suns occupied most of the sky, and the sky was instantly illuminated brightly!
“Three suns in the sky! It really is three suns in the sky! The shaman was right!” The withered Trisolaran cried out in terror, no longer caring about his companions who were courting death at the cave entrance, and ran deeper into the cave.

"Why is it suddenly bright again?" Luo Qing thought she was hallucinating in her dream.

Even in the legendary immortal realm, the cycle of day and night shouldn't be this fast, right?
Luo Qing felt smoke rising from his body.

Before he could even lower his head, his eyes were ignited by three suns, and in the flickering flames, Luo Qing saw himself burning.

"The unique True Fire tempering technique of the Immortal Realm?"

"My God, this is too much..."

Luo Qing was startled, and then turned into ashes.

(End of this chapter)