This isn't a souls-like game at all.

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"bass!!"

A faint white light suddenly lit up around the platform, and with the dung beetles exclaiming "Wow!", the platform moved along the monotrack towards the depths of the tunnel.

"So, old man, why can I hear what you say? Even communicate with you?"

Ye Yiyi leaned against the railing, looked down at the platform under his feet, and talked in the cosmic light.

Hearing the sound, the track platform chuckled.

"Hehe~ That means you, young man, are blessed by His Highness Huayue Yonghui!"

Chapter 520 [The Art of Forgetting Myself]

"His Highness Huayue Yonghui...?"

Ye Yiyi's expression was subtle, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and whispered:

"Are you mistaken, old man?"

"This power was clearly bestowed upon me by His Highness the Universal Light."

The characteristics of cosmic aura come from a cosmic spell that does not exist, and this cosmic spell was given by the Universal Light.

In other words, it would not be wrong to say that it was the blessing of His Highness the Universal Light.

What Ye Yiyi didn’t understand was: how is this related to Huayue Yonghui?

These two kings have basically no connection in the game. The Light of the Universe is better, at least he has magic.

But the situation of Huayue Yongshi is quite miserable. If it weren't for the hymn, she would be basically no different from a background board in the game.

Now you say that this blessing comes from her?

Hearing Ye Yiyi's question, the platform car laughed.

"That's even more true, young man."

"This miraculous power, which allows one to communicate with the essence of all things, was originally bestowed upon His Highness Huayue Yonghui by His Highness Huan Yuzhouguang."

"Is that so?"

He thought for a moment, and suddenly felt something was wrong. He frowned and stared at the other person suspiciously.

"Wait a minute, how did you know this secret involving the power of the king?"

Although this thing communicates through cosmic spiritual light, it is ultimately just a platform vehicle that has been lying underground for nearly ten thousand years.

How could it possibly know this information which can be called "secret" even at the level of kings?

"Hey old man, you're not kidding me, are you?"

"How could that be, young man? You have wronged me."

The old man still looked so cheerful and joking, totally unserious.

"This kind of news is considered a little-known secret to those who haven't yet awakened their spiritual light, except for you. But for us, it's not a secret at all."

"Elaborate?"

Ye Yiyi narrowed her eyes.

"Ahem, then let me ask a simple question first, young man. This will help us understand this power."

The platform truck pretended to cough twice, then asked in an enigmatic tone:

"So, may I ask: Who am I?"

"?"

Ye Yiyi was stunned.

What are you doing? Why are you suddenly giving a philosophy lecture on a flatbed truck?

Is this a question you should ask as a flatbed truck?

"Don't joke, be serious."

"I'm serious, no joke."

The flatbed truck still had a serious attitude.

Ye Yiyi glanced at the platform under his feet in confusion, then looked at the lightless tunnel in the distance that led to the depths of darkness.

The tunnel on both sides was illuminated by the light of the platform car, and the mottled walls passing by quickly were like high-speed flashing films.

He suddenly understood that this platform truck had been alone in the deserted underground for too long and was now half crazy.

Otherwise, a normal car would not ask such ultimate philosophical questions.

"Stop playing dumb."

He shook his head. "Just say it directly."

"This is not a riddle, but a serious question."

The platform truck said seriously, "Young man, don't think I'm joking with you. Your intelligence level is very high, so high that I have never seen anyone with a higher intelligence level in my life..."

"But in comparison, you have almost no faith in your heart. Your extremely biased talent is destined to keep you from going far in the realm of magic. Therefore, my question also concerns your future!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiyi's originally relaxed body suddenly stiffened, as if she had really turned into a jade statue.

How does this thing know my attributes?

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously stood up straight and took out the Moonlight Gun from behind.

Seeing this, the dung beetle also became nervous and lay on Ye Yiyi's shoulder and looked around.

Although it couldn't hear the conversation between Ye Yiyi and the platform truck, it could sense Ye Yiyi's nervousness.

As a result, the dung beetles also became nervous under its influence.

"Don't worry, young man."

The platform truck's low, teasing voice echoed in Ye Yiyi's mind, like a lonely echo echoing in the forest, mysterious and erratic.

"How do you think we can communicate without any obstacles?"

"..."

Ye Yiyi remained silent, but raised his hand to signal the dung beetle to stay calm.

He leaned back against the fence, and a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind, making him suddenly realize that this communication might not be as simple as he imagined.

At least it's not as simple as Angel communicating with other beings.

"I have no idea……"

After a moment's silence, he replied in a low voice:

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure how the Cosmic Aura works. I've only had it for less than a day..."

"Haha, it's understandable that you don't understand, because this is a power that cannot be described in words."

The platform truck chuckled, not at all surprised by the answer.

"However, humans, precisely because of their ignorance, seek knowledge..."

“Only in the presence of something infinite can humans realize their own insignificance compared to this world.”

Ye Yiyi was slightly stunned, feeling that these words did not sound like something a platform truck could say.

"...What do you mean by this?"

The platform car did not answer, but just chuckled and said:

"You've been to the Hall of Impressions, right?"

No matter how many questions he had in his mind, Ye Yiyi would not be surprised.

Now he just wanted to know who this "person" who was communicating with him through the platform car was and what his purpose was.

It is impossible for a mere car to have such knowledge and understanding!

So he nodded and didn't hide it.

"Yes, I've been to the Hall of Impressions."

"How do you feel about that dream?"

"Big, very big..."

Ye Yiyi closed his eyes, and the boundless world covered by chaotic waves suddenly appeared in his mind.

The scenery of things remembered by the world surged in it like foam washed up on the beach by the tide.

Recalling that world again at this moment, Ye Yiyi felt something in a trance.

What he saw in the Chaos Hall was probably just a tiny bit that was insignificant.

"...No, it seems, it is infinite."

“It’s pretty good to feel that.”

The platform car obviously has no hands, but Ye Yiyi felt the applause from its words of praise.

But then the platform truck changed the subject and rejected his feelings.

"But unfortunately, that's not quite right. The Palace of Impressions still has a limit; it's not truly infinite."

"What is infinity then? Knowledge?"

Curiosity drove Ye Yiyi to ask.

"That's not what we're talking about. Let's get back to the point and answer the question I asked earlier."

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Ye Yiyi was a little disappointed, but he did not ask further questions, but returned to the previous topic.

“You asked before: Who am I?”

"Correct."

Ye Yiyi shook his head helplessly. This question involved the essence of philosophy and there was no good answer at all.

Moreover, he felt that the other party did not really want him to say anything, but was just expressing his own opinion.

So he answered:

"I am myself, a combination of body, soul, consciousness and will."

"That's a good answer."

The platform truck didn't say whether it was right or wrong, it just praised it.

Ye Yiyi "heard" it and clapped again.

“So the second question is: Who am I?”

"???"

Ye Yiyi was stunned again.