Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Looking at the two sisters, Huang Hun and Zhen Xiao, who turned into black mist in the blue flames, Asu Tai'er's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

Unable to understand.

What happened?

He clearly remembered the conversation between himself and Huang Hun and Zhen Xiao in the first camp, the joy of their breakthrough to the true immortal in the Ice Lake Camp, and the moment when they joined forces to fight the black mist.

Then... why... this is obviously... wrong...

"These... are all fake?" A layer of bone grew on his hand, and he slapped his head hard: "We once had a heart-to-heart talk, we once... we once lived and died together, is this fake?"

Hou Chi is not restricted by blood. Any creature can become Hou Chi. Therefore, Hou Chi will not pay attention to blood when interacting with others. They will not respect an individual because he is a descendant of the Tianjuan clan, nor will they despise an individual because he is a native. It's just that the Tianjuan clan has a strong foundation, so it is easier for Hou Chi to produce "high-quality talents" in his eyes.

Asutaler really had a heart-to-heart with the "two sisters" - at least he thought so.

"I remember too..." A Zilulu [Ultraviolet] also said: "Huang Hun is a very good swordsman..."

Yunshen Jiugu was silent for a moment and focused his spiritual consciousness on Wang Qi.

And Wang Qi was thinking.

"Technically, the monster just now could have left a corpse, causing our team to split up. Why didn't they do that? Strange..."

Wang Qi glanced at A Zilulu [Ultraviolet]: "Do you also remember the two sisters, Huang Hun and Zhenxiao?"

"Well... no, I only remember that I did fight with Huang Hun. But... her sister..." A Zilulu [Ultraviolet] was not sure: "Have we really walked back to our own history? Is it because we came from a history with only Huang Hun and no Zhenxiao? Then we walked to a history... where only Huang Hun and Zhenxiao were there, and then you misunderstood, and..."

"There is no Huang Hun, no Zhenxiao, no two sisters." Wang Qi waved his hands vigorously: "No, no! You were invaded by the black fog, so your memory changed, but..."

"At first I thought that this invasion occurred at the physical level. Through the advanced application of the shapeshifting method, the plague was instantly constructed." Wang Qi looked at the flames that had just dissipated and clenched his hands.

——In terms of the feel, it really looks like the achievement of the shapeshifting method.

But the problem now is that among the known transformation methods, there is no method that can be used for the Fire People.

The transformation method is for all creatures with blood roots and expression processes. In other words, the transformation method involves the central law and all its supplementary items.

But the Fire People and the Water People do not belong to the category of the transformation method.

His Majesty the Demon King regenerates flesh and blood, which is another higher realm and cannot be summarized by the simple transformation method.

Logically speaking, the memory of A Zi Lu Lu [Ultraviolet] should not be modified.

—— No, the means of modifying the memory of the Fire People, it seems... I happen to know it...

Wang Qi grinned.

—— Could it be that the black fog is really me? Will the future me be so unsophisticated?

Yunshen Ji Gu said: "According to your theory of time and space, can you really prove that you are not wrong?"

"There is no evidence to prove that I am wrong, right?" Wang Qi said so.

Yunshen Jigu said: "Our memories... our memories are different."

Excluding some objective factors and information loss and concealment caused by human malice, under normal circumstances, all people in a history have a common memory of history, and there will not be too many contradictions, and time paradoxes will not be observed.

This is the result of limited foreknowledge choosing history.

And now, the memory is contradictory.

Wang Qi held his forehead: "So...I really think it's easier to kill you and let me go alone. That guy can infect you, but he can't infect me. He can't do it for the time being, understand? And you did see it, right? What they looked like in the end."

"You are a follower of the dragon clan, proficient in shapeshifting." Jigu said: "And I know that shapeshifting is a special magic method with great advantages in the field of cell and even physical manipulation. You killed them and then transformed each of their cells, the same is true. For you, this kind of thing is not difficult at all."

A Zilulu [Ultraviolet] felt that his consciousness was about to collapse, and the high-energy particles in his body could hardly be restrained, and they were about to turn into radiation and overflow.

"Who am I? What have I experienced? But is my memory really reliable?" Asutael muttered to himself: "Is everything I have experienced true? Does it involve the great magical power of changing the past? Or... or... is all this just a simple illusion?"

Wang Qi grinned: "Tsk tsk, spirit, emotions... are really unreliable things."

Yun Shen Jiugu collapsed and said: "Is our memory more difficult to understand than this universe? Huh?"

At this moment, he blurred the boundaries between "real" and "false".

What is "real"? What is "illusion"?

Is everything I have experienced in the past real?

Is my memory really qualified to be the identification standard of "history"?

What Wang Qi said to me just now, is it another illusion?

Or is it that he suffered from hallucinations and got the wrong inference?

And am I who have experienced all this "real"?

Is this experience real? Or hallucination? Or a modified memory?

Or am I just a "possible history" that was just created by the labyrinth?

Looking at the others, Wang Qi nodded thoughtfully: "I see, the reason why Black Mist didn't leave a body behind is because there is no point in alienating this team..."

To Wang Qi, these guys are simply a burden that can be killed when necessary. This is like tying sandbags to your legs. Walking will be very tiring, but the exercise will be very effective. Wang Qi didn't mind tying a few sandbags to his legs in exchange for the trust of the Tianjuan family.

But when you really want to escape, these sandbags must be thrown away.

Therefore, there is no point in trying to alienate each other.

Unless Black Mist simply wanted these people to die from the beginning.

But if Kurogiri simply wanted these hindering lives, there would be no need to go to such trouble.

"You want to shake their Taoist hearts, and then further shake me?" Wang Qi pondered: "If you shake me, what's the benefit?"

"Perhaps, if you are shaken, it will break the relationship between you and the surviving Heavenly Family outside?" Another voice joined the conversation.

Wang Qi raised his head.

At some point, another person sat on the branch of the giant tree. He was running in a dark gray hood, with a scarf wrapped around his neck and a thick book in his hand.

It is the hardcover book that Wang Qi hates the most.

The corner of Wang Qi's mouth twitched: "What the hell? Is this... a secret code?"

"You should have realized it, Wang Qi." The black-robed weirdo said, slowly floating down from the tree.

"What did you realize?"

"The meaning of records." The gray-robed weirdo said: "Memory is something that cannot be trusted for people below the third level. This kind of thing can be changed and played with by others. When your cultivation level is low, Knowing the magical effect of this thing, and completing the process of manipulating people's hearts with the help of another person, but for the other ladder you are about to take..."

"Memory must be reliable, because you can always access all the information you may have perceived at the moment the event occurred - there is no difference between that moment and the present or the future." Wang Qi said: "Is that so?"

"That's right." The weirdo in gray robe said: "This is the special thing about the past and the future being one. There won't be any 'illusion', the brain or the soul will not confuse memory with memory. Even if you are accidentally cut into a new memory , you can also check the past at any time..."

"So what is going on with this thing?" Wang Qi asked: "What is the black mist? Is it also me? Is it an out-of-control beast mechanism, or is it a trial you prepared? What are you? Is it also me?"

"Black Mist..." The weirdo pretended to turn a page in the book. "Ah, Black Mist, this thing is an evil thing that devours the universe and is a great harm. Their biggest demand is to enter the normal universe - whatever It doesn’t matter what universe it is, whether it’s real or fake, it just wants to devour it, and it’s very capable of devouring it... It knows a few magic techniques, and you can guess it, right?”

"Transformation method, a cultivation method that focuses on pathogens. I'm not sure whether it comes from the ancestor of Hualing Spirit or the Yuan clan." Wang Qi frowned: "Is there a third method? God worship method? Nascent Soul method?"

"You haven't got the answer yet." The weirdo smiled brightly: "But you will definitely know."

"Definitely? When?"

The weirdo didn't answer, but turned a page of the book and said: "That black mist, as early as the first contact, has buried a hidden backdoor in all of your bodies, and pieced together the fragments of your memories bit by bit. Cut your own existence in. It's just that they were fully active when you left. Their memories of this adventure will become increasingly unreliable, even in the future. Unknowingly, I have to dig out your hidden secrets to deceive the Heavenly Beloved Survivors above you, and then leave here - because even if it accidentally leaves the maze, it will be killed by the Heavenly Beloved Survivors. Disguise, parasitize, or replace.”

This passage is said in common language, so everyone can understand it.

Everyone was horrified.

Wang Qi frowned and said, "Is there any way to cure it?"

The man raised his foot, kicked it, and pulled out a sword from under his robe: "Please use this - I think you should know the specific usage."