Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The closer you get to the city, the more you can feel the flame of life burned by human bears, like the blooming brainwave magnetic field of the seven colors of flowers, constantly sending the ever-changing, all-powerful sounds and images to Li Yaoyuan.

Of course, he can't hear people's "hearts” directly, but if someone's emotions are too exciting, and their brainwaves are too volatile, it is possible to leak a square-and-a-half paw of information, like a sharp high peak, which Li Yao receives.

Those cluttered memory fragments, more like kaleidoscopes, raved and glorious images, a wave higher than a wave impacted Li Yao's soul.

Instead of being able to bring a little peek into the pleasure of others, Li Yao suffered indescribably. He was like caught in a wave of emotional and intellectual shock, a wave of screaming, crying, roaring and angry whimpering, tearing him apart in all directions, and suddenly, like falling into the abyss of millions of people's pain and troubles, he was also infected by black emotions, heartbroken and unable to pull himself out.

“Terrible! ”

Li Yao did his best to withdraw from this sea of emotions and looked at his 708 falling, fading soul. He felt a palpitation.

He finally understood why "psychosensitivity” was such an efficient way of interacting information that it was so easy to do so, but human beings were still resolutely abandoning it on the path of evolution, using seemingly less efficient language and words to communicate.

Because the information interaction of the former is so efficient that the same emotion and way of thinking can quickly “infect” each individual, even form a cross-infection, group resonance, in the end, leaving the whole group with only one emotion, one way of thinking.

One person cries, the whole community will cry with him, one person laughs, the whole community will laugh with him, one person's anger is unstoppable, this anger could instantly spread to the whole community, maybe the next second will start a civil war!

What kind of "civilization” is there to talk about in this social fabric?

Only a bee colony civilization such as the Posthumous Nation, or an absolutely rational mechanical civilization such as the Little Civilization and the Little Civilization, can fully employ information interaction methods such as "psychosensitivity”.

The human brain, is a solid castle, where the human soul can hide in peace and stability, the wind can think calmly and independently, neither be affected by star radiation, cosmic storms, nor be unduly disturbed by the emotions and thoughts of other people. On this basis, it is possible to create all kinds of thought patterns and emotional states, so that we can flourish and explore the endless future!

However, for Li Yao at this moment, his soul has left his body too far away.

Just like a soldier who took off his armor and even tore apart his mustard battle suit and fought naked, in the face of the storm, the bear burned the barrage!

Forgiveness is the limit of his divine strength, but it is also impossible to counter the emotional waves of billions of people.

His spirit's fire was like a candle in the wind, shaking and dying.

“What a terrible state! ”

Li Yaoyuan thought to herself, “I can barely resist the emotional shock of millions of people by squeezing my own soul into one group, but if it is a true ‘divine realm’, I need to split my soul into millions, resonate with the magnetic field of life of hundreds of millions of people, and draw the strength of millions of people to practice - a little careless, don't you want to go into the demon and practice into the worst spiritual division? ”

Li Yao finally understood why he simply closed the door to the realm of distraction for seven days and seven nights.

It seems that the most difficult thing is not how to rush into the realm of distraction.

Instead, it is how to rush into the realm of divinity, where the divine soul can break the shell as it pleases, divide into millions of pieces, remain unaffected by the magnetic field of life of others, and maintain its own heart.

Think about it, after Wu Yingqi stepped into the realm of distraction, he insisted, is it still his heart?

Or are the millions of conspirators, ambitions and villains in the middle of the star sea, as well as the hundreds of millions of ordinary people who suffer so much, that the darkness inside them gathers together to finally shape a so-called savior, the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi?

If Li Yao was immersed in the emotional and spiral of will of tens of millions of people, gradually influenced by all, carried away by the desires and troubles of all, what would become of his god in the end?

Li Yaoxin's heart, the soul contracted more tightly and firmly.

He can't just get into someone's head.

The brain is the fortress of the divine soul, and even the brain of an ordinary man is the strongest field of that ordinary man, where the ordinary man is his own king.

As strong as Li Yao, he burst into the brains of others. He was also in the field of battle. The sheep entered the tiger's mouth. If he was slightly careless, he would be invincible. Like the unlucky Ouyan, he died alive and tragically in the brains of others.

“Practitioners, adults, energetic, vibrant dragons, killer soldiers… these people have a very strong magnetic field of life, their brainwaves are jumping like the brightest flames of color, and once my soul approaches, they are extremely susceptible to their influence, and will even be extinguished and devoured by them.

“These people have the greatest difficulty in accessing and exchanging information.

“Old people and children, seriously ill people, people in the bottom of their lives, people who are overwhelmed by negative emotions, people who sleep, people who dream, their life magnetic fields are very bleak, brain waves are like unstable rivers, not too dangerous, I can barely plug my virtual nerves into their life magnetic fields and send them some simple information.

“Eh, how does it sound like a lonely wild ghost in ancient repair notes, a demon fox sneaking around or something?

“In ancient repair notes, it was often said that men had three real fires on their shoulders, which were not easily invaded by demons, and that the soldiers killed in the battlefield were more bloodthirsty. What was so glamorous was that when they met the soldiers, they had to retreat from the three houses. Instead, the elderly, the children, the sick and the heartbroken were more likely to see fox fairies and ghosts in between trance. So this was not a feudal superstition, but the latter's life magnetic field was weak, and they were more likely to be disturbed by heterosexuals in their retina and visual nerves!

“There are also popular ‘dreams' that come to pass, because people sleep with minimal vigilance and defense, and the outside information is easier to get into their brains and present in their dreams by stimulating brain cells.

“Including the most dangerous‘ ghost upper body ', which is not necessarily possible for me nowadays - choosing a person whose body is weak, tranced, unstable, invades his brain, hijacks some of his brain nerves, especially those responsible for motor functions, can use his body in a' remotely manipulated 'way, which is, of course, very dangerous for both sides and is extremely consuming, less than necessary, to do something so foolish.

“In short, the Ancients do not understand the methods of systematic research, but simply summarize these phenomena, which are in line with what I see and feel today. ”

Li Yaoxin thought electrically and explored the new divine talent.

He was supposed to be looking for ten and a half days, maybe even a year and a half, to gradually adapt and master.

But instead of me staying here, the stars and oceans are burning in the middle of nowadays. What time is it for him to study it?

Li Yao congregated the divine soul into a slender stream of light, attached to a spiritual energy delivery pipeline, and the wind chipped out of the city and swept away towards the eastern coast of the Black Star mainland.

In the blink of an eye, the shores of darkness are near.

Li Yao continued to follow the spiritual energy pipeline and dived deep into the sea. At times, an archipelago of star chess cloth appeared in front of him - Zhuge Jinglun's "Third Spiritual Institute”.

Li Yao's soul jumped from the waves and measured the psychiatric hospital in the middle of the sky under the night.

The life magnetic field of the mentally ill is a hundred times more violent and weird than that of ordinary people, like a randomly distributed whirlpool and black hole, giving Li Yao a creepy feeling.

He carefully bypasses these psychopaths and marches along the corrugations of the spiritual energy pipeline and the wireless spiritual network towards the town of Saint Allies deeper in the island.

Deep on the island, there is no night or day, even when the night is dark outside, the lights are still on, and thousands of Allies work as hard as tireless machines, relying on instincts to build their own nests - animals that are locked up in zoos but do not know themselves.

The life magnetic field and the EEG pattern of the Allies are quite different from those of ordinary people.

If the brain of an ordinary man is a flower full of flowers, a colorful swirl, a complex maze, an eye-catching kaleidoscope, then the brain of the saint is like a dry dry well, an ice-covered lake, a hard rock, that's all.

If Li Yao is too “afraid" to approach the brains of ordinary people, then there seems to be nothing worth exploring and studying in the brains of the Allies.

Nevertheless, Li Yao found the suspected “nigger” among thousands of allies at first sight.

This time, directly perceived by the magnetic field of life, the “black son" has a more crane-like feeling of chicken flock, incompatible.

Although he was practicing with the same dedication as other Alliance fighters, it was to make Li Yao feel different.

Whether or not Wu Yingqi 3.0's soul influences, Li Yao actually feels that this “blackie” looks very friendly, as if... the blood is connected!

Li Yao's soul couldn't help but drift towards the head of this “nigger”.

Instead of exercising a little vigilance and resistance against him, the “black man" 's brain created an unknown suction that seemed to welcome him!

Nevertheless, Li Yao is not Wu Yingqi after all.

He was civilized and polite.

“Knock, knock. ”

Li Yao split a filament of spiritual silk into the temple of the “black man" and tangled a bunch of his auditory nerves. He asked politely, "Hello, can I come in? ”