Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 53 A World Within a Pot
Wang Yi shouted anxiously for a long time, but the golden finger did not react at all, letting him be swallowed up by the colorful snowflakes.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scenery became clear again.

Wang Yi stood on a floating island, surrounded by ethereal scenery, with distant fairy mountains floating above the sea of ​​clouds.

Did the magical power of the world within the pot come into play at the last moment?

No, could it be that this world and the post-apocalyptic wasteland we just saw are the same world? It's just that once the monsters were all dead, I took complete control and changed the appearance of the space?

Wang Yi raised several questions in succession, but no one answered them.

He has to explore it on his own.

Wang Yi had just seen the Dreamwalker's abilities work in the wasteland world, so he decided to try this one first.

With a single thought, he could take flight.

The Dreamwalker's abilities are indeed still in effect.

Wang Yi planned to do the second thing: fly to the distant fairy mountain.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the sacred mountain at great speed.

Not knowing how long they had been flying, Wang Yi wanted to look back to see how far they were from the floating island. It would be terrible if they couldn't see the floating island anymore and couldn't get back.

When he turned around, the floating island was right behind him, as if it had been flying with him the whole time.

Only then did he notice that there was a staircase made of vines on the back of the floating island, which connected to another, larger floating island, on which there was an altar.

Wang Yi turned and flew towards the altar, arriving in the blink of an eye this time.

The overall decoration of the altar is very similar to that of Sanxingdui.

When Wang Yi's feet landed on the altar, three large gates of light appeared around him, looking just like the portals in Diablo II.

The portal on the left is constantly changing, while the portal in the middle is more stable, allowing you to see the scenery on the other side, but the scenery changes at a fixed frequency.

The right door was the most stable, and the scene inside remained unchanged. But no matter how Wang Yi looked at it, he felt that although the scenery was shrouded in a layer of fog, it looked like the rooftop where he and the viper had been.

Therefore, he naturally deduced that the door on the right was the door back to reality.

Perhaps we can go back to the point in time when we disappeared; we'll only know for sure once we get back.

If the door on the right leads to reality, then the doors in the middle and on the left—do they correspond to dreams respectively? The middle one is the collective unconscious space, a public dream, so it is relatively stable, but it will switch every once in a while; the left one corresponds to an individual's dream, which is bizarre and constantly changing?

Wang Yi thought about it and felt that practice makes perfect.

He stepped toward the middle door.

After passing through the door, he found himself in Hengdian World Studios, a place he had seen once before. Behind the ancient buildings that stretched to the horizon, there was a tall nine-story pagoda with its top glowing red.

This is indeed a space of collective unconsciousness, a public dream.

Having confirmed this, Wang Yi turned around, only to find that the door was gone.

What the hell?

He flew up, circled in the air a few times, and finally found the portal in the far distance.

Good grief, once you're in a public space, if you want to retreat to your own little world, you have to find an "evacuation point." This is starting to resemble a game of search, fight, and retreat!

Above the "evacuation point," Wang Yi wanted to try to see if he could return to reality using traditional methods of falling.

He canceled the flight immediately.

Then he fell to the ground.

Is it because my physical body is not in the real world right now, so I can't go back?

Or is it that after having the world within the pot, I can only transit through it every time I enter a dream, and I can no longer directly "exit"?

We'll only find out the specifics when we enter the dream again in reality.

Wang Yi entered the portal again and was standing on the floating island where he had just arrived in this world.

Great, it seems the "respawn point" here is this small island.

Wang Yifei got up and headed to the big island.

At this moment, he saw the sea of ​​clouds below the two islands slowly rotating, and the path of that rotation was clearly the Nine Transformations Heavenly Record that Wang Yi was cultivating!
Good heavens, so this space is the same as the space where I've been secretly channeling my internal energy? Or is this just a reflection of my internal energy in this space?
What would happen if I swooped down and disrupted the flow of energy?
Wang Yi acted immediately, diving headfirst into the water.

This time he quickly came into contact with the sea of ​​clouds, and shuttled back and forth among the moving clouds several times.

He did not feel any change in his body.

This might really just be a mapping of the operating system.

Wang Yi returned to the altar on the large island and looked at the leftmost door.

In fact, Wang Yi was quite resistant to entering his personal dream. In his personal dream, the dreamer has absolute authority, and his self-defense consciousness will launch a fierce attack.

If entering a dream means only being able to find an "escape point," like in a public dream, then entering a personal dream would be too dangerous. And there would be no benefits whatsoever.

He himself could not refine the Dream Master.

After thinking it over, Wang Yi decided to wait until his physical body returned to the real world and he was able to leave the dream by falling before entering his personal dream to explore.

There is still much to explore, such as whether things brought from dreams will be transformed into spiritual energy in this world.

If I confiscated a demonic cultivator's equipment, such as the Ten Soul Banner, in the dream world, could I store it in this world and use it as a storage ring?

Wait a minute, if it can really be used as a storage ring, then it should be able to store 1000 large bombs in this world.

In an instant, many plans unfolded in Wang Yi's mind. The significance of this supernatural power far exceeded "a small world of his own".

It's finally starting to look like something out of a cultivation story.

He looked again at his right hand, at the symbols arranged on it.

If I kill too many demonic cultivators and monsters in the future, will I end up with a full sleeve of tattoos? What if there's not enough room for all the patterns? Will I have to use a laser file to remove the extra designs? Can you even file them off?
Forget it, Wang Yi decided to give up. Anyway, he didn't have many tattoos yet, so it wouldn't affect his appearance.

He looked toward the doorway to reality.

If I return to reality and find myself stuck exactly at the moment I was "pulled" into this space, that's fine. But if time in reality is still moving, and the scene on the door here is only frozen at the moment I entered, that would be terrible.

It's better to go back early to avoid trouble explaining later.

Exploring this space can wait until when we enter the dream world.

So Wang Yi stepped through the gate.

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In the hours following Wang Yi's engulfment, the A-level support team and the arriving attack aircraft relentlessly bombarded the spherical entity formed by the demonic cultivator.

However, all attacks were absorbed by the entity.

At 1730, the command issued an order to temporarily cease attacks on the sphere and allow the analysis department to analyze it.

At 18:00, the field operations department held an impromptu on-site meeting, chaired by Executive President Peng Feng.

"After analysis, this is a very rare case. Both the on-site operators and the aerial surveillance drones observed that the target used what is presumably phase shift to achieve a near-teleportation effect, and used some unknown supernatural power to swallow up the apprentice monk Wang Yi, codenamed 'Literary Master'."

Peng Feng provided commentary in front of the makeshift screen.

"Our initial hypothesis is that the monster's true form is in a different phase from ours. The expert team believes that we can use the numbered magic item 004, the Heaven-Turning Seal, to pull it into the real world."

"We have already submitted an application to the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove to request the use of the 004 Heaven-Turning Seal."

"Once the 004 Heaven-Turning Seal is in place and the monster is brought into the real world, we'll unleash our full firepower to take it down."

Elsa shouted, "Kill him? Where's my apprentice?"

Peng Feng, Senior Executive President: "Your apprentice should already be dead. Please accept my condolences. I will hold those responsible for classifying this mission as Level E accountable and give you and the God of Wealth's master an explanation."

Elsa: "You..."

Just then, the observation team's voice rang out through the loudspeaker: "A high level of spiritual energy has been detected within the target!"

Everyone around turned to look at the thing, including Chen Dongdong, who was crying her eyes out, and Lin Weiwei, who was comforting her.

The observation team is still reporting: "Phase shift observed! That thing is entering the real world!"

"Cherenkov photoelectron spectrum matching in progress! Mode C! It's a monk who's arrived!"

The next moment, a human hand suddenly burst through the monster's outer skin.

Then a second hand came out, and the two hands tore the monster's skin apart, gradually splitting the monster in two.

Blood cascaded onto the ground like a waterfall.

Then the monster gradually deflated, and a person slid out of its body and landed on the ground.

Wang Yi, the apprentice monk codenamed "Literary Master," stood atop the blood.

"I killed the monster," he announced, raising his right hand.

The setting sun shone on him from behind, and the occasional light and shadow made it seem as if a halo of light was floating behind him.

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Peng Feng's lips twitched, but he still ordered: "Cancel the application to retrieve the Heaven-Turning Seal."

“Yes,” his confidant replied immediately.

Peng Feng stared intently at Wang Yi, as if something terrible had gone wrong.

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