nashuaworldcup Chapter 382: The illusion in the self-cultivation furnace, the pleasure of the Creator!
Chapter 382: The illusion in the self-cultivation furnace, the pleasure of the Creator!
"Zhuge Qing, you must stay sober, keep your original intention, and never be confused."
Ma Xianhong reminded again in a serious tone.
He was well aware of the dangers of the self-cultivation furnace, so he did not dare to be careless at all.
Zhuge Qing nodded to show that he understood.
"Don't worry, Lao Ma, I'll be fine."
He took a deep breath, his eyes determined.
He knew that this journey was full of risks, but he was prepared.
"Okay, I believe you."
Ma Xianhong nodded and waved his hands violently.
A dazzling light shot out from the self-cultivation furnace, illuminating the entire workshop.
"Rumble..."
The door of the self-cultivation furnace slowly opened, revealing a deep and dark entrance.
A powerful suction force came from the entrance, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it.
Zhuge Qing did not hesitate. He took a step forward and stepped resolutely into the self-cultivation furnace.
His figure instantly disappeared into the darkness.
Ma Xianhong stood outside the furnace, looking at the slowly closing furnace door with a complicated look in his eyes.
He didn't know whether Zhuge Qing could succeed.
He could only pray that everything went well.
There was chaos inside the self-cultivation furnace.
Zhuge Qing felt as if he was in an endless dark space.
There was endless nothingness all around, no light, no sound, no reference point.
He could only feel that his body was falling, falling, falling...
After an unknown amount of time, he finally felt as if he had touched something real.
It was a soft and warm feeling, like being in the mother's womb, making him feel extremely safe.
He slowly opened his eyes, but everything in front of him was blurry.
He found himself in a strange space.
There are colorful lights all around, as gorgeous as the aurora and as unpredictable as a nebula.
These lights intertwined together to form strange patterns.
Constantly changing and flowing, as if it has life.
Zhuge Qing tried to stand up.
But he found that his body had become extremely heavy, as if it was restrained by some invisible force.
He tried to mobilize the Qi in his body, but found that the flow of Qi had become abnormally slow, as if it was stuck in a quagmire.
"Is this... the interior of the self-cultivation furnace?"
Zhuge Qing pondered in his heart.
He looked around, trying to find the exit, but found himself completely lost.
He didn't know where he was or how to leave.
He could only feel that a powerful force was constantly eroding his body, his consciousness, and his mind.
He must stay awake and keep his original heart, otherwise, he will be lost in this chaos forever.
He felt as light as a feather, and as if he had been freed from some invisible shackles.
You can float freely in this bizarre space.
"Is this... the power of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements?"
Zhuge Qing muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the void, but there was no response.
He tried to reach out and touch the flowing light.
A warm feeling came from the fingertips, as if touching flowing warm water, or as if touching the pulse of some kind of life.
He could feel that these lights contained pure and powerful Qi.
It is several times denser than the Qi in the outside world and more active, as if it has its own consciousness.
Zhuge Qing's heart moved, and he began to try to control the Qi in his body.
Unexpectedly, the Qi here seemed to be particularly friendly to him.
He hardly needed to guide it with any effort, as the Qi in his body automatically resonated with the surrounding light.
"Is it because of... the self-cultivation furnace?"
He was thoughtful and remembered Ma Xianhong's words.
The Self-cultivation Furnace is the core of the Divine Machine and also the bridge connecting the real world and this strange space.
He took a deep breath and began to try to guide the Qi around him.
Following his thoughts, the light that was originally flowing in disorder began to slowly converge and gradually formed a vague vortex.
The vortex spun faster and faster, and the light became brighter and brighter, until finally, it formed the outline of a human figure.
"This……"
Zhuge Qing widened his eyes and looked at the incredible scene in front of him.
He never thought that he could control such powerful force so easily.
As his mind moved, the outline of the human figure began to change and gradually became clearer.
Facial features, limbs, clothing...
A lifelike "person" appeared in front of Zhuge Qing.
This "person" looks exactly like him.
Whether it's appearance, expression, or temperament, they are exactly the same, as if she is a clone of him.
"Is this... the secret of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements?"
Zhuge Qing looked at the "clone" in front of him and was shocked.
He could feel that this "clone" was not an illusory image.
Instead, it is condensed from pure Qi and has a certain entity.
He tried to control the actions of his "clone".
The "clone" slowly raised his arm, then gently put it down.
Although the movements were a bit stiff, they were carried out completely according to his wishes.
Zhuge Qing felt excited, as if he had seen a whole new world, a world that he controlled.
He began to try to shape more things.
Flowers, trees, birds and animals, pavilions and towers...
As his thoughts changed, the light around him kept changing, and lifelike scenes appeared before him.
He seemed to have transformed into the Creator, creating one wonderful world after another.
Time seems to have lost its meaning.
Zhuge Qing was completely immersed in the joy of creation, forgetting everything in the outside world.
He forgot Ma Xianhong, forgot the Xiushen Furnace, and even forgot himself.
He only knew that he possessed infinite power and could create anything he wanted.
This feeling intoxicated him, made him obsessed, and made him unable to extricate himself.
Suddenly, a violent wave woke Zhuge Qing from his trance.
He felt that the space around him was beginning to become unstable.
Those originally brilliant lights began to flicker violently, as if they would collapse at any time.
"what happened?"
Zhuge Qing was shocked, and he immediately realized that this might be a side effect of the self-cultivation furnace.
He forced himself to calm down and tried to stabilize the space around him.
However, the harder he tried, the more unstable the space became, and the more violently the lights flickered.
He felt his consciousness becoming blurred, as if it was about to be swallowed up by some force.
"No... I can't... get lost here..."
Zhuge Qing gritted his teeth and tried hard to resist this force.
He knew that once he lost consciousness, he would be lost in this space forever and become nourishment for the self-cultivation furnace.
He tried desperately to recall everything about the outside world, recalled Ma Xianhong, recalled Biyou Village, recalled his family and friends.
He tried to use these memories to awaken his consciousness and resist this devouring force.
However, his efforts did not seem to have much effect.
His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his body became increasingly weaker.
He felt that he was being swallowed up by this space bit by bit and assimilated by this power.
"Am I going to be lost here?"
A wave of despair surged in Zhuge Qing's heart.