Chapter 215: The Shining Light of My Wisdom
In the low-dimensional world, there is peace and tranquility. The upheavals in the outside world do not affect this place in the slightest.
In the center of the low-dimensional world, there stands a huge blood-red altar with four sides, and above the altar stands a golden pointed monument.
Everything was just as Bai Donglin heard and saw when he first arrived in the low-dimensional world.
Wuwei had a solemn expression as he sat cross-legged above the blood-red altar, his eyes lowered as he stared at a figure that was completely imprisoned inside the blood-red altar.
This person is Yundi!
The reason why Wuwei did not open the low-dimensional world immediately was to allow the formation diagram engraved by Yundi's soul to be fully activated. When the Black Mist Demon Emperor descended through the distorted black hole, he would take Yundi and the formation diagram into the low-dimensional world.
Afterwards, he did not immediately retract the pointed monument, not because he wanted to wait for the Black City to enter, but because he wanted to leave a passage for the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor to descend.
Otherwise, the channel to the low-dimensional world would be closed, and the Black Mist Demon Emperor would not be able to enter the low-dimensional world even through Yun Di's summoning formation.
Yun Di slowly opened his eyes in the blood-red altar. His eyes were dark and his body was faintly shrouded in black mist. His whole aura changed drastically and he exuded a strong royal majesty.
Obviously, Yundi's body had been completely taken over by the Black Mist Demon Emperor at this time.
"Humph! You are a useless piece of shit who is always causing trouble instead of being able to do anything good!"
A trace of anger appeared on the face of the Black Mist Demon Emperor. The moment he descended, he sensed the weirdness of the entire world and realized that he was being tricked by someone.
The Black Mist Demon Emperor had extremely sharp perception and noticed Wuwei's gaze. He looked up and stared. Although he could not see anything except blood-red, he still spoke.
"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of plotting against me?"
Wuwei looked indifferent. If this wisp of soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor that descended through the twisted black hole was in the outside world, it would naturally cause huge waves.
But after entering the low-dimensional world, and being completely suppressed by the blood-red altar, there was no way he could make a single wave! After all, it was just a trace of soul. This low-dimensional world did not contain a trace of real energy, nor did it contain a trace of real laws. If he wanted to use his skills, he would not have the conditions to do so.
All the rules of the low-dimensional world are determined by his mind, although they are all false rules.
"Black Mist Demon Emperor, you are not qualified to communicate with me here."
Wuwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and without further ado, he pointed a finger, and a dark and deep thread of Yundi's soul was immediately peeled out from his sea of consciousness.
The pitch-black threads twisted and squirmed in the void. Faint terrifying roars could be heard. They struggled hard to break free from the suppression of the blood-red altar.
As Wuwei's mind moved, countless scarlet rays suddenly shot out from the interior of the blood-red altar, tightly entangling the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
The pitch-black thread suddenly stopped struggling. Seeing that it was trapped and unable to escape, the Black Mist Demon Emperor was extremely decisive and began to destroy his own soul in an instant.
The black and white energies in Wuwei's eyes swirled violently, condensing into a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. Under his manipulation, red light shone inside the blood-red altar.
The flow of time around the Black Mist Demon Emperor's soul thread suddenly became extremely slow, nearly a thousand times slower than the normal flow rate.
This is the limit of what Wuwei can do at the moment. This is the power granted to him by the Pointed Monument, but there is no way to reverse the self-destruction of the Black Mist Demon Emperor. The only thing he can do is to slow down the process as much as possible.
To buy time for the Golden Pointed Monument to imprint its memory, this is also the fundamental purpose of Wuwei to capture the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
The knowledge of these old monsters is as vast as the ocean, and there are countless magical skills and secret techniques in them, but what Bai Donglin really cares about are the secrets and insights hidden over the years.
This is just a trace of the Black Mist Demon Emperor's soul. Naturally, there are not many memories that can be extracted from it, but as long as there is some gain, it will be enough.
After a few moments, even though the flow of time had been slowed down a thousand times, the Black Mist Demon Emperor's self-destruction speed was still astonishingly fast, as if he sensed that Wuwei was stealing his memory, and his dissipation speed increased instantly.
"Hmph! This emperor will remember your aura..."
"You're going to pay for this!"
The Black Mist Demon Emperor left his last two words before disappearing into thin air completely.
Wuwei's eyes showed a hint of regret. The Black Mist Demon Emperor was indeed a powerful and mighty one. Even a trace of his soul was so difficult to deal with.
This is also the reason why he cannot fully exert the power of the low-dimensional world. He can control the low-dimensional world entirely with the help of the golden and red pointed-horned monument, and some power is also given to him by the pointed-horned monument.
This would definitely not be the case if he could master the laws of three dimensions, such as the law of dimensional time.
He can manipulate the time of the low-dimensional world at will, speeding it up, pausing it, or even reversing it.
In this way, it would be impossible for the Black Mist Demon Emperor to destroy his own soul.
"However, the harvest this time is still not small."
Wuwei glanced through the memories extracted from the Black Mist Demon Emperor's soul, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He was indeed an old monster, and the little he revealed was so extraordinary.
Wuwei collected his thoughts and looked around. There was still a big project waiting for him to do.
On the huge plain, including Black City, all the monks who were banned by Liu Dongchuan and entered the low-dimensional world are here, totaling more than 1.12 billion! These monks who are still in a stagnant state are what he thought at the beginning, without deliberately doing it, and the harvest of following the trend.
These monks are not as difficult to deal with as the Black Mist Demon Emperor. The low-dimensional world, to be more precise, is a two-dimensional world.
These monks fell from one dimension to the other and entered the second dimension. In Wuwei's eyes, the essential form of each of them is now just a comic book.
These books record all their experiences and memories, just like books for him to read.
More than 1.12 billion, although limited by their cultivation level, the nature of this knowledge is not high, and their secrets and insights are naturally far inferior to those of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
But their advantage lies in quantity, and the magical skills and secrets they have learned are not limited by their level of cultivation.
It was a simple truth. Bai Donglin was only at the Divine Ability Realm, but did that mean that his "God-Conceiving and Demon-Forging Scripture" was of a low level? Moreover, in this low-dimensional world, he could perfectly avoid the restrictions placed by the major sects in the inheritance. He was now observing the memories of these cultivators from a higher-dimensional perspective.
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This can be called the "book reader" state. The memory restrictions in the book naturally cannot cross dimensions and affect him, a person outside the book.
Of course, this world is huge, and he would not be surprised if there was something that could transcend dimensions and ignore all restrictions.
Nothing is absolute. If there is, it is just because the level of their "strength" is not high enough.
Wuwei's soul moved, crossed the space and came to the plain, standing in front of the Qilin woman, Mu Miaoling.
Mu Miaoling's figure froze, her two unicorn horns were purple, shock and anger flashed between her eyebrows, and her jade hand was clasping a jade token, as if she was about to pinch it.
Wuwei's expression was slightly solemn. The faint aura emanating from the jade token made him feel fearful. After thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea of moving Mu Miaoling and others.
Looking around, there are many people who have the same trump card. These people are important figures in various huge forces, and they all have powerful life-saving trump cards.
Without thinking too much, Wuwei's soul could guess what was inside these jade plates, an incarnation of a powerful being.
This is not something that a trace of the Black Mist Demon Emperor's soul can compare to. If these old guys are provoked, who knows how much trouble it will bring him.
Although the low-dimensional world is magical, he cannot fully control it. There is still a big gap if he wants to use it to deal with powerful people.
He glanced at the jade token again and turned away. Fortunately, Liu Dongchuan acted quickly enough, otherwise who knows how many twists and turns would arise if these people invited the incarnation of the powerful.
The powerful incarnation sleeping in the jade token will not wake up on its own unless it senses that the person it protects is in imminent death.
Wuwei returned to the blood-red altar and his mind moved. The golden pointed-cornered monument suddenly rippled with golden waves at a very fast speed, covering everyone on the plain in an instant.
The pointed monument trembled slightly, bypassing dozens of monks protected by powerful incarnations, and began to imprint this huge amount of knowledge.
The number is as high as 1.12 billion, and the knowledge possessed by each monk cannot be summarized by just a few thousand or tens of thousands of books.
The memory and learning ability of monks are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even the laziest and least studious monks have all undergone systematic learning in order to successfully embark on the path of cultivation, and have studied at least tens of thousands of volumes of various knowledge.
It is absolutely impossible to ask Bai Donglin's soul to carry such a vast amount of knowledge, at least not at this moment.
Moreover, 90% of the cultivators here belong to the Alchemy Alliance, and there are countless repetitive and useless knowledge among them.
The Golden Pointed Stele is a heritage artifact used to imprint this knowledge, which can be said to be the best use of it.
By the way, the waste can be eliminated and the essence can be retained. Bai Donglin only needs to flip through it and find the knowledge he wants.
Knowledge is the nourishment of the great way, and it has always been what Bai Donglin has been pursuing.
The knowledge I gained this time was one of the biggest gains of this trip. After all, it contained more precious things that a mountain of books could not contain.
That is the experience of cultivation, as well as the fleeting flashes of inspiration that they usually don't pay attention to! He calls it the ultimate radiance of the wisdom of the self!
(End of this chapter)