For Plato, nuclear fusion would certainly be unsustainable.

He is just a saint who is about to die in the wilderness. How can he withstand a nuclear bomb head-on?

Under Urukluk's nearly self-destructive attack, the illusory Plato exploded like a bubble and was evaporated by the scorching heat.

But that was just a projection of consciousness, not Plato himself.

While feeling stunned by this blow that exceeded human limits, Plato also felt the energy and radiation contained in it. If such an explosion occurred near Utopia, or even inside the city of Utopia, the consequences would be disastrous.

The only thing he was thankful for was that this was man-made, not a natural disaster.

As long as there is the intervention of will, it is Plato's domain.

His consciousness was scattered, covering the desert in the heavy rain like a big net. In the rain, countless wails suddenly occupied Plato's mind.

There was the despair of the soldiers who were dispatched, the suffering of the captured traveling merchants, and more, barely audible mumblings.

At the same time, Plato also discovered that among this delirium, there were several extremely harsh voices.

"Wow, that's awesome! It's a nuclear bomb, coach! I want to learn how to rub a nuclear bomb!"

"Rather than rubbing the nuclear bomb, it would be better to fuse them first, right?"

"Hey, how come I became two?"

"Merge together! I'll form the head!"

The same voice interweaves into different words, just like a person with a split personality, with millions of consciousnesses and clones, each fighting for their own.

Plato extended his consciousness and tried to peek into this guy's heart.

But soon, a burst of noisy mumbling occupied Plato's entire consciousness, and he felt a strong sense of dizziness, as if he was thrown to the ground from a height of ten thousand meters.

On the seat, Plato's shriveled hands also grew blue-black hair, which fluttered in the wind like seaweed.

Countless blood vessels spread and bulged, forming strange and complex patterns on Plato's body, making his body, which was already like a candle in the wind, even more shabby.

He calmed his mind in time and did not lose his soul to the manic muttering of these millions of clones.

"Who is this?"

Plato was surprised, but at the same time, he captured another will.

Compared to the chaotic will with millions of clones, this new will is obviously more rational.

This time Plato did not invade rashly, but instead probed the area step by step.

Soon, Plato discovered that this will was not as chaotic as the previous one, but it still had a strong spiritual shell, enough to resist most spiritual invasions and pollution.

But for Plato, all of this can be broken.

In the eyes of this saint, countless illusory symbols emerged, and the world in his eyes suddenly changed dramatically.

All forms are deconstructed, all concepts are revealed, and in this new world, the essence of things is clearly visible.

This is the ideal world, the real world where all wills converge.

In this world, everything is distinguished only by concepts, but there are no differences in form, individuality, or personality.

This is the most real world, and the real world in which people live is nothing but a false projection. Due to the limits of human cognition, most people cannot access the ideal world and can only indulge in the false world and cannot extricate themselves.

In this illusory world, the only thing that humans can truly access is knowledge.

Pure knowledge can help people gradually get closer to the real world and sublimate themselves.

But in the eyes of people in the real world, these humans who are close to the real world appear weird, crazy, and hopeless. This is the tragedy of mankind and the limitation of humans whose cognitive scope is restricted.

But Plato was able to glimpse such a world.

After countless things that obscured his vision were swept away, Plato accurately discovered the core of that will.

In an instant, a giant of thought rose from the ground and stood tall above the earth.

He flowed toward the shining will, enveloping it.

Then, the edge was revealed.

At the same time, in the heavy rain.

Urukluk felt a slight throbbing in his heart.

As if a vague premonition of crisis lingered in his mind, Urukluk glanced around, looking for the source of the crisis.

The next moment, Urukluk trembled all over.

He began to tremble as if something had grabbed his lifeline, his whole body began to lose focus, and the past flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

A strong feeling of sleepiness attacked Urukluk. He wanted to rest for a while, close his eyes and ignore the troubles and sorrows of this world.

But soon, the well-trained octopus people discovered the conspiracy.

As a well-trained warrior, he had naturally been exposed to many forms of mental attack. Therefore, after a brief moment of confusion, he found that his consciousness had been invaded.

Urukluk immediately activated his defense mechanism.

In an instant, projections appeared in his mind, and several different thoughts were separated into independent parts. Among them, the most core self was hidden in the deepest part of his consciousness.

This is a passive self-defense mechanism developed by the octopus people to deal with mental attacks. It divides the thoughts so that even if a part is contaminated or invaded, the opponent will only remain in this isolated area and will not be able to contaminate the entire Urukluk.

At this moment, in Plato's view, a huge maze of thought stood before him.

This maze has countless rooms and countless roads, hiding countless dangers. If you go deep into it rashly, it will not only take a lot of time but also be easy to encounter danger. Once you enter areas full of traps, even your spirit may be worn out.

However, with the attack and defense of Plato and Urukluk, the octopus man's body fell into a state of quasi-dormant.

He was covered with a thin but hard shell that was strong enough to withstand the impact of a nuclear explosion. Urukluk sank into the water, quietly fighting with the unknown visitor.

Just as he was concentrating on this, a bit of flesh and blood gathered around Urukluk.

The flesh and blood quickly formed a human shape, but when it condensed into certain parts, it occasionally gathered and dispersed, as if it was arguing about which parts of the flesh and blood should form the corresponding parts.

Soon, this flesh and blood took on the appearance of Lu Ban.

Lu Ban looked at the "eggshell" in front of him and knocked it first.

I found that the surface made a crisp sound, like a stone.

Lu Ban tried normal methods and found that this thing was a bit outrageously hard, but also quite flexible. If this material could be reproduced, many technologies in human society would probably be able to make great progress.

Although biochemical and environmental materials are extremely specialized fields, we have to admit that it is materials that are restricting the development of most technologies nowadays.

Lu Ban thought about it and decided to try something new.