Chapter 1031 Virtual World

"The virtual world is the evolution of the mystery and the epitome of the spirit."

"The virtual world is an illusory world that is condensed by martial artists with mystery as the foundation and power as the basis."

"There are infinite changes in the virtual world. It is born on the altar of the soul of the martial artist, but it is different from the altar and connected with the soul."

"The virtual world can be continuously extended, and it can be expanded continuously."

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Blood demons, Ferran, Xia Xinyan, Fu Wei and others who have a virtual world have also evolved into their own virtual world. They all give the definition of the virtual world with their own understanding.

For everyone who breaks through the virtual world, the first step is to condense his own virtual world. If the virtual world does not work, it means that the virtual world is not complete, and only when the virtual world appears can there be room for further breakthrough and growth.

The virtual world can be used to harmony with the mystical meaning of power in battle, and enhance the strength of the warriors. The ever-changing virtual world can bring a new way of using the power to the martial arts.

It can be said that those who reach the realm of the virtual god must rely on the virtual world to fight. The power, mystery and divine body must communicate with the virtual world to maximize their power.

Shi Yan has now officially advanced to the realm of the virtual god. The first thing to do is to condense his own virtual world.

Inside the warship, in a dense room with an open dome, the stone rock looked up at the dark void, frowning bitterly, and there was a feeling that he could not enter.

For any martial artist who breaks through the virtual god, condensing and transforming his own virtual world is not a difficult problem that can be easily achieved. There are many martial artists who stay at this level for a long time, maybe for a few years or more than ten years, and then one day when the inspiration appears, they suddenly realize something, and then successfully break the threshold.

The descriptions of the virtual world of blood demons and others are different. The meaning of their cultivation is also different from that of Shi Yan, and they can't give him too much reference.

According to the different meanings of power and different martial artists, the way of condensation of the virtual world is slightly detected. Generally speaking, if you practice the same meaning of power, the virtual world will not be the same. The way of condensing the virtual world is even more changeable.

Only by finding a path that suits you and evolving according to your own strength, can the virtual world be formed.

He has miscellaneous mysteries, space, life, stars, and swallowing mysteries that I can't understand so far. Several mysteries are gathered in one. When he wants to evolve into a virtual world, he has too many problems, so that he has no clue at all and can't find the direction.

Looking up at the dome, there was a dark nothingness, I couldn't see any starlight, and the stone rock frowned.

I don't know how long it took. He temporarily forgot the troubles of the virtual world, calmed down his soul, tried not to think too much, but just focused on the altar of the soul.

The soul altar is divided into three layers, the sea of knowledge, the Aoyi area, and the main soul, but today, when the consciousness is floating, he has a new discovery.

Above the Aoyi District, the main soul [middle], as if there are more things...

Holding his breath, all the irritability and confusion were removed from his mind little by little. Gradually, his soul was empty, without a trace of confusion, and his thoughts wandered in that area.

Conscious touch, boundless, chaotic, as if the epitome of the universe before...

It is like a piece of white paper, which can constantly change according to the mystery, ideas and power, fill it with color, outline a vivid pattern scroll, and let his imaginative imagination give it a different wonderful.

His consciousness drifted and condensed, swimming in the vast chaos, without thinking much. It seemed that he was just enjoying the mystery of the soul, and it was unprecedentedly relaxed and quiet.

The vast sea of stars is boundless. All kinds of stars are like sand grains in the desert. There are hundreds of millions of people. I don't know how vast the space is. I don't know how many races and creatures have evolved. I don't know how many warriors have died, and the ruins dissipated without leaving a trace.

In the boundless sea of stars, there are the most mysterious miracles between heaven and earth, with many ancient and powerful lives, and too many wonderful things he could not imagine.

He indulged in his soul world, and his mind was empty. He felt that he was extremely small and gradually felt as if he had become the fine dust of the universe. His soul was twinkling, his divine eyes, and the layer of mystery quietly changed...

He was the first to indulge in the profound understanding of the mystery of the stars. He fantasized that he was a tiny dot in the boundless sea of stars, like a void of sandstone, like an inconspicuous star. For hundreds of millions of years, he has been expressing his existence in a unique way...

Gradually, he had a wonderful feeling: he seemed to have become a part of the vast void, a point at the beginning of the sea of stars, and a star...

When this feeling breeds, he is still muddle-headed and addicted to his spiritual soul world. I don't know that when his consciousness is blurred, his Dantian cyclone [middle], which is like the source of energy in the epitome of the stars, slowly emerges from it and flies to his soul altar little by little.

That is the source of power formed in the [body] of his cultivation of the star. It is a vast sea of stars, with a little scattered starlight in it, and a solid matter based on the star core, like a bright star in the sea of stars.

When his consciousness was erratic and he indulged in exploring the soul of the galaxy, the illusory sea of stars that should have been in his Dantian cyclone quietly gushed out, slowly escaped into his sea of knowledge, through the Aoyi layer, and into his vast and chaotic unknown space.

It was really like a wonderful picture of a white paper stained by slag, and the vast chaos suddenly changed, as if the new world had been activated by the magic brush.

The vast chaotic area, which was originally empty, slowly breeds changes, like a huge explosion. The light spots are scattered endlessly. The ubiquitous explosion lasted for an unknown period of how long, and it gradually evolved. There is a little broken star. There is a dazzling star. The broken star revolves around the diamond-like star, and the trajectory The truth of the sea is like the evolution of some kind of law.

In the vast and chaotic area, with the microcosity of the galaxy, Huo Ran became wonderful.

Gradually, when his soul turned, among the scattered stars as small as fireflies, it seemed that there were space nodes emerging, and the largest star seemed to be enlarged in an instant, and something could be faintly seen on it. In the vast area, it seemed that there was a concept of space.

The microcosm of the vast star sea, the nodes with space, the spatial definition of expansion and extension, Yiran is like the epitome of the universe...

He did not know the changes of the soul altar, and also forgot the first purpose. His heart indulged in it, witnessed the birth of a miracle, and was moved.

I am moved by the vast beauty of the starry sky, the magical changes of the space, and the wonderful fluctuations of the bright stars.

It seems that he has become the master of the shrinking universe. He can experience the loneliness of the sea of stars, feel the soulless helplessness of the stars, and understand the true you that ordinary people in the world can't touch from the space...

In a daze, he suddenly felt that there was something missing in the world...

Lack of life, lack of life evolution, lack of normal life, old age, illness and death.

As soon as this idea grew out, his Aoyi District changed again, and the meaning of life and death was spontaneously gushed out, melted into the soul of consciousness, injected into the magical world, and flowed into the sea of stars that was not vast but did exist.

Gradually, his wisp of consciousness seemed to be given life by the starry sky. He was like a god leaning down on the biggest star and felt that the star was alive.

Immediately, on the star, it seemed to follow the change of his thoughts and the help of the blood of his consciousness, as if he was giving birth to life.

A muddled ocean, like the epitome of the sea of knowledge, is changing, absorbing his spiritual consciousness, in which it seems to have evolved into a living world, as if there are creatures emerging and...

Those creatures' faces are blurred and have his breath. They seem to be created by the mystery of his power, like the moon in the water in the mirror, giving him a feeling that it is not true, but they feel that they actually exist, illusory, true and false, and difficult to distinguish.

Those vague creatures like phantoms are born in it, fight in it, and die in it. It seems to be just pure energy. The newborn will condense the power of heaven and earth, and death will dissipate the condensed power and return to heaven and earth.

Life and death, in which in a certain way that can be seen, are happening all the time, endlessly.

The sea of stars emerging, the expanded space, the evolving illusion of life and death, are quietly changing in another miniature universe created by him.

And he seems to be the only god in it. His mind is moving. The stars, space, life, old age, illness and death in it will change dramatically. He can move the stars in it, expand the space, create life, and make life become nothingness in an instant.

In it, he can do everything and can turn his imagination into reality.

However, the so-called reality does not seem to be [true], but still illusory. Everything depends on his own consciousness, strength, soul and mystery, as if his own imagination can never appear in the real world.

As long as he dies, everything he thinks will naturally cease to exist.

Everything in that world can be [true] felt, but he is the only one who can be tactile. He can do anything in it, and the world can give him infinite space to play in his imagination, but it can't be separated from him.

The illusory world is called the virtual world.

When he understood this, his erratic soul consciousness seemed to slowly understand something.

He slowly woke up, as if he had shuttled back from a certain world for ten thousand years. Immediately, he was stunned and touched his soul. He found that in the arcane layer and the center of the soul, there was a brand-new world, as if the shrinking universe, the stars were dotted, and the starry sky was barren.

It is also a virtual world, but it is completely different from what he sees. Other people's virtual worlds are just a space, relying on the meaning of the Lord. For example, there are mountains and rivers, oceans, and wind and thunder, which are just miniature projections in a corner of the real world.

And his virtual world seems to cover the whole world.

It's like a brand new universe.