I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

The laughter became louder and louder, and gray-white mist suddenly appeared on the seventh floor of the empty fairy tower. Inside the mist, illusions flashed with increasing frequency.

bass!

When the critical point was reached, the paper bearing the text below suddenly burst into flames. The flames burst out, and in just a blink of an eye, the paper was completely burned. The words above also disappeared, and the weird laughter floating around also disappeared.

The fog is gone too.

"What curse is this?"

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand and fiddled with the ashes left after burning the paper. Nothing is left, everything that appeared before seems to be just an illusion.

"It's even weirder than the Book of Life and Death. It's like another world."

National Master Li Shengnan appeared under the tower with a group of storytellers, and the puppets at the door blocked these people out.

Chen Luo got up and walked down the ancient pagoda.

The group of storytellers at the door all knelt down after seeing him, and no one dared to look up at him. These storytellers are all ordinary people, people who even the Imperial Master respects, and they are definitely not someone they can offend, so regardless of trivial matters, they will kneel down first.

"These people are the most influential storytellers in Yongxianjing. The old man at the front is named Du Jiang. His appearance fee is the most expensive. Basically all of our most famous storybooks in Yongxianjing are written by him."

Li Shengnan's ability to do things was very strong, but he found all the people he wanted in just a cup of tea.

"In the next year, I want you to spread this story throughout Yongxian Capital."

Chen Luo took out a story he had prepared in advance from his arms and handed it to Du Jiang, the storyteller at the front.

The power of returning to the void comes from ‘legends’.

The stronger the foundation laid before the return to the void, the more exaggerated the ‘legends’ invoked after the return to the void. This is clearly recorded in Venerable Kuchai’s practice experience.

After Chen Luo learned this, the first step he thought of was to create his own legend.

He was going to give himself some spring and autumn brushwork in the 'Legend'. Give ‘Legend’ a liter of strength!

He is not the only one who has used this method, many cultivators who have tried to return to the void have used it. It's a pity that 'legend' does not equal strength. Even if people with insufficient cultivation and weak foundation barely return to the void, they can only make up some 'leftovers' from the legends they made up. It's like a person who made himself an Immortal Emperor in the "Legend", but when he actually called it, he found that he could only "realize" the guard dog who was beaten to death by the man next door when the Immortal Emperor was young. Another example is that someone who 'fabricated' himself into being a Taoist can only call a toad at the foot of Tao Mountain.

The more exaggerated the legend, the more power it takes to turn it into reality. If a cultivator with insufficient foundation makes his "legend" too exaggerated, the consequence is that he may never be able to "turn it into reality". In the end, he can only borrow some remaining imaginary things like the sixth-level monsters. Shadow became the weakest among the returning void.

Therefore, the creation of ‘legend’ must be moderate.

This is the experience summarized by countless people. When Venerable Kuchai gave these experiences to Chen Luo, he really regarded him as the successor of his mantle.

"The Legend of Sanxian?"

Looking at the manuscript handed over by Chen Luo, Du Jiang subconsciously began to read it.

The content of the story is very simple. It is the story of a young man who came out of a small fishing village. After a series of adventures, he broke the legend of the world of immortality and became an immortal. The content of the story was so clichéd and tacky that if it hadn't been for the personal order from the imperial master, Du Jiang would have thrown this thing into the toilet.

This kind of ancient routine, no one would be willing to listen to it in today's teahouses.

"Sir, must this story be told as it is? Can it be slightly modified?" Du Jiang couldn't help but ask.

A storyteller like him relies on his reputation to make a living. If his reputation is ruined, his appearance fee will be reduced in the future. This is something he cannot accept no matter what.

"How do you want to change it?"

"For example, change the name to "Others practice martial arts and I cultivate immortality, and do something different."

"As long as the subject remains unchanged."

Chen Luo listened to a few words and felt that it made sense, so he handed the matter over to this group of storytellers. Leave professional matters to professionals. This is something Chen Luo has understood a long time ago.

After arranging the basic matters, Chen Luo returned to the ancient pagoda.

All that's left is waiting.

Waiting for the 'legend' to spread, and then he will think of ways to extract power from the 'legend'.

A few days later.

The Flower-backed Turtle also came to Yongxian Kingdom, and this time he brought a new batch of bones to Chen Luo.

"Brother, these are all fresh goods, just dug!"

The flower-backed turtle dropped the black coffin on the ground, with a slightly excited expression on his face. He rubbed his hands and kept walking around. His excited look made Chen Luo look weird.

Could this guy have awakened to some strange hobby?

"The defenses of the Silent Valley are worse than those of the Star Gate. They don't care about these corpses at all. I used a little trick to deceive the guards."

The flower-backed turtle happily recounted the process of robbing the tomb.

When it comes to the exciting parts, the vitality of heaven and earth will also be mobilized to simulate the scene.

"I also made some omissions this time. When I dug the third grave, I didn't find the right angle, which caused a landslide. Fortunately, Ding Jian discovered it in time and used magic to cut off the formation, otherwise the bones would be destroyed. I must do it next time To improve, we need to prepare some grave-digging tools and talismans to break the formation."

After collecting the bones, Chen Luo once again received twelve brains in the God Transformation Realm and one in the Return to Void Realm.

After Chen Luo finished touching the bones, the flower-backed turtle skillfully packed and packed the bones. The movements were so skillful that he even saved the reminder process. After that, without waiting for Chen Luo's instructions, he took the initiative to find the third company. In his words, this time he must avenge his previous shame and make his methods more professional!

"This hobby is much more serious."

Watching the disappearing back of the flower-backed turtle, Chen Luo felt that he had done a great good deed. The flower-backed turtle, who used to like to deceive people, finally got on the right path under his guidance!

The national teacher Li Shengnan, who was standing by and watching the whole process, had a dull face.

'Is digging graves also the right way? '

She suddenly felt that she was out of tune with the two predecessors in front of her.

'Is this the reason why I can't break through the transformation of the spirit? 'Li Shengnan's head was full of random thoughts, wondering whether he should also go outside to dig a grave after leaving and let the old predecessors inside out to breathe.

Two years later.

In the past two years, Chen Luo has been practicing in Yongxian Kingdom. Under his infiltration, the thoughts of Yongxianjing have gradually become unified, from the emperor of Yongxian Kingdom to the gatekeepers at the gate of the palace. As long as the cultivation level exceeds the foundation building, one must join the Changqing Sect in Yongxianjing.

Chen Luo practiced in the fairy tower as usual.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor in his spirit, and a mysterious feeling came over him. The soul in his body involuntarily left his body, and the "god" of the body cultivation turned into a five-meter-tall god guarding around his soul.

"Done?"

Chen Luo reacted immediately after taking a look at the white scene around him.

The task he gave to the storytellers two years ago finally got better after two years of dissemination. The white area in front of him was the "legend" he made up.

Standing on the void, Chen Luo looked back.

There was a brightly lit area behind him, which was the seventh floor of the ancient tower.

In the center of the light, his body was sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, and he looked like he was asleep. This feeling of soul leaving the body was completely different from the previous experience. This time, Chen Luo could clearly feel that his soul had become more solid. The 'indestructible body' standing beside him was like a guard, repelling many auras that were not good for his soul.

Walking out of the ancient tower.

Suspended in the air, Chen Luo saw some things he had never seen before. In addition to the colorful aura, Chen Luo saw one strange bubble after another in the sky above Yongxianjing. There was a living person connected to the bottom of each of these bubbles.

The bubbles were irregular in shape.

Some were elliptical, some were semicircular, and some were square and triangular. The only thing in common was that there were pictures inside these bubbles, and the length of time they existed was also different. Some bubbles burst as soon as they were born, and some were very stable and kept floating in the air.

For example, there was a large square bubble above the Chenghuang Temple in Yongxianjing.

Chen Luo saw a 'god' with a strong breath in this bubble. This is the incense god, which is worshipped by faith, protecting the living beings in one area, and has boundless magic power.

"Are you a new god?"

A voice sounded in his ear.

Chen Luo looked back and found a baby wearing a red bellyband floating behind him. This baby is different from other fixed bubbles. He can swim freely and is not bound by bubbles. Chen Luo saw different connections from him.

This doll was not created by someone's 'imagination', but a collection of faith. Chen Luo saw dense silk threads on his body. The Yongxianjing below and even other areas farther away are connected by silk threads related to this doll.

"Incense god?"

Chen Luo's mind emerged a long, long time ago, when he first left the Yue Kingdom Tomb, the tablet that Changqing Zhenren asked him to bring out. At that time, Changqing Zhenren, who had a short lifespan, tried to use the 'incense road' to prolong his life, but unfortunately failed in the end.

Later, in the Iron Spear Temple, he met an abandoned incense god, but the other party had been forgotten and would soon die. In comparison, the breath of the bellyband doll in front of him was as dazzling as the sun, and the rich incense smell surrounded him.

That was the blessing of the will.

It was many times stronger than the forgotten incense god in the Iron Spear Temple.

"Strange, why don't you smell of incense?"

The doll flew to Chen Luo, sniffed twice with its nose, and then showed a puzzled expression.

"Maybe no one worships me."

Chen Luo smiled and made up an excuse.

He practiced the immortal way, and took the path of returning to the void and becoming a god, which was fundamentally different from the incense gods. He came here because he touched the realm of returning to the void.

Because of the "legend", he appeared here. (End of this chapter)