I attained immortality in the real world.

【people!】

Chen Jing finished writing the first stroke and the second.

The clouds and mist in the sky dissipated, revealing a rift in the shape of the Chinese character "人" (ren).

Cangjie wrote down thousands of characters that appeared, distributed around the V-shaped crack, like prey on a spider web being strung together into a whole.

At this moment, the ethereal mountain breeze, the ever-changing clouds, the sun and moon in the sky, and the mountains and rivers on the ground all activate hidden pseudomorphic images because of the appearance of the character "人".

From the first phase, the natural scenery of heaven and earth, it transformed into the second phase, the divine appearance, becoming innate deities that were neither human nor non-human.

The world did not continue to evolve, but the divine position was being conceived.

The gods control the wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and clouds; they govern all things in heaven and earth, but there is no god who governs humankind.

Humans do not exist as gods.

But all the gods had to be given human form, forcibly anthropomorphized, because humans have always been so domineering.

To some extent, the fictional characters created by fans of Fury also possess some of the characteristics of gods.

"........."

"Cough cough!"

At the same time, a hoarse cough was heard.

From an inconspicuous cave in the dense forest emerged an old man dressed in animal skin, with long, gray-white hair reaching his shoulders and a face etched with the marks of time.

There were many signs of human activity all around; some people were polishing stone tools, some were weaving ropes, and some were taking care of the wailing cubs.

The Heavenly Dao, responsible for running the world, created a primitive tribe based on the insights of the 'human' race, which was no different from the natives of the cultivation world.

The old man slowly walked to the stream, ignoring the noise, and gazed at the rolling waves in a daze, his body seemingly ethereal, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, he stood frozen in place like a wooden or clay sculpture, actually completing a meditative state in the world of cultivation.

【Certainly!】

In an instant, the surrounding scenery gradually blurred, and the virtual reality created by Tianyuan was being reversed into illusion.

The natives of the cultivation world are not limited by the physical body in terms of their thoughts. Once they come back to life, revive, and possess free will, they can become immortals who transcend this world.

All that is needed is to break free from the limitations of illusion, that is, to ensure that consciousness is not misled by color and sound, nor by the perceptions shaped by Chen Jing and others.

It can be freer than a bird, its consciousness roaming freely in this information universe.

"........."

"Wow!"

The water rippled and made a sound.

A young man, also dressed in animal skins, walked to the stream, sat cross-legged like the old man, and stared at the water for a while.

Curious, he asked, "Your Majesty, what's hidden in the splash? Isn't it just water?"

The old man looked back with his cloudy eyes, but he did not sense the presence of the young man. What was in front of him was just a mass of humanoid data, not even a living being.

Yet he still managed a smile as he replied, "What I see before me is water. But if I could see through the water, what would I actually see?"

"Returning to boundless nothingness?"

"Will you witness the cruel reality of the world?"

"I do not know about the world of the past, but I should be able to see this whole world."

"Mountains and rivers, seas, sun and moon, stars, heaven and earth, time, everything I want to see and know is hidden in the water."

When all forms are without form.

When consciousness is undisturbed by external appearances, it can perceive the purest information. All the information recorded in the virtual world, and the laws governing its operation, will be presented directly before one's eyes.

In the real world, that is the Tao, the law, and nature.

But in this virtual world, all you see are intelligent sprites that carry data and information.

The young man paused for a moment, then shook his head in bewilderment: "Your Majesty, you truly are a being more sublime than the gods. I cannot see these things. I'd better go hunting!"

After the young man got up and left, the old man's eyes lost focus, and his body completely disappeared from reality, leaving him with no sense of existence whatsoever.

Consciousness penetrates the barriers of the world to read information from the metaverse, dissecting the appearance of the data world, where information flows like a torrent of rivers.

On the river.

A sphere of light hovers and rotates in the void, blocking the endless flow of information.

Its exterior resembles a snow-covered crystal ball, except that the houses of the little people inside have transformed into the entire heavenly world.

"Is this the world I live in? Are there many more worlds like this?"

The old man was not frightened. The body constructed from data contained information, and the resurrection was that of a celestial being born with knowledge, only limited by the character setting.

Upon seeing the sphere of light, relevant information immediately came to mind.

Knowing what the sphere of light is, it is an aggregate that carries the data and information of the heavens, a model for operating the heavens, and also the target of the exorcism ritual.

He spoke his first words to the sphere of light: "You are—the World Consciousness? Or perhaps the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao?"

The sphere of light flickered, and a mechanical voice replied, "Respected sage, you may address me as such."

The old man's consciousness bypassed the limitations of the light sphere and extracted the desired information from the river of information.

The language, writing, technology, social culture, and seven thousand years of historical changes of modern society all appear like phantoms, with reality and illusion intertwined, and the material and the spiritual collide.

A smile gradually appeared on his lips: "Interesting, very interesting. Virtual reality constructed with sound and color is completely contrary to the heavens and is regarded as a game world."

"It's like a dream, seven thousand years have passed. It turns out that civilization can become so brilliant in less than ten thousand years."

"This world? Although it is clearer and more real, its essence is no different from the Fire Cloud Cave that I originally opened up."

The sphere of light flickered rapidly, issuing a warning: "Revered ancient sages, please slow down your information reception. Receiving a massive amount of information in a short time will cause your consciousness to dissolve into this sea of ​​messages, resulting in your loss and death."

The old man paid no attention, his consciousness continuing to circle the orb of light, reading the information he wanted to know from the river.

Youyou sighed, "If I had been able to decipher the secrets of heaven and earth back then, what would have been wrong with me melting into them?"

"Green Emperor—Fuxi, am I still me? Or am I the me that people see today?"

"........."

After writing the character '人' (person), Chen Jing put down the branch he was holding.

Although the world underwent corresponding changes, it did not continue to evolve, nor did any giants like Cangjie emerge.

The words vanished into the void once more, leaving only countless anthropomorphic gods, who were nurturing primordial divine positions.

Xing Li glanced at Chen Jing disdainfully and said coldly, "It seems it's not the character '人' (person). You guessed wrong! In the future, please don't speak recklessly if you're not sure."

Cao Xian glanced at the innate deities, focusing on the earliest deity to be conceived, and said, "At least the deities are evolving, so the effort hasn't been in vain."

wrong?

How could it be wrong!

Chen Jing completely ignored the group and never doubted his own reasoning. He bowed to the void and said, "A person of later generations pays respects to the Azure Emperor."

As they called out the name of the saint, the space before them distorted, and an old man appeared out of thin air in front of them.

The group exchanged glances, unsure if this person was indeed the Azure Emperor. After all, as the ruler of the heavens, he should have been the last to appear according to the plot, so why was he the first to awaken? (End of Chapter)