Urban Legends: The Legacy of Ancient Civilizations

Bai Ning's eyes were still open, and he was observing this special space of consciousness, which meant that Bai Ning had not severed his connection with this special space of consciousness.

Now, Bai Ning took the initiative to close his eyes, eliminating the possibility of ideological fantasy creation. Without basic connectivity, higher-level existences would also lose connection with Bai Ning's consciousness.

In this way, the black shadow can only exist one-sidedly in the established space of consciousness and cannot change with the changes in Bai Ning's imaginary creation process.

In order to not give higher-level beings room to react, Bai Ning rushed forward a distance and roughly estimated the distance from the black shadow. Bai Ning stretched out his hands and grabbed suddenly, and a real touch suddenly came.

Bai Ning suddenly opened his eyes and came into contact with the old man's image.

The black shadow contained in it wanted to escape by reconnecting with Bai Ning, but was caught off guard by Bai Ning who closed his eyes again.

He thrust his hand into the old man's chest and grasped the elusive black shadow firmly in his hand.

It was a very strange touch, a strange touch that had never appeared in Bai Ning's cognitive system, neither cotton nor soft, neither elastic nor hard, neither rough nor smooth.

Bai Ning was completely unable to describe the current feeling through the tactile experience in the real world.

As this special touch quickly swept through Bai Ning's consciousness, an uncontrollable feeling of anger also followed.

It was like a kind of anger that came from being insulted and offended, an anger that wanted to burn Bai Ning to ashes.

Being controlled by a humble being is a humiliation that the higher-level beings here have never experienced.

Unforgivable humiliation.

It was like a rage like the collapse of heaven sweeping through Bai Ning's consciousness madly, and all kinds of impulses to create things were surging in Bai Ning's consciousness, but Bai Ning refused to open his eyes.

With a purely ideological contact, Bai Ning continued to invade the higher-level existence in front of him. During the constant rubbing and touching, Bai Ning felt an uncontrollable feeling of palpitations surging over him.

This feeling is like suddenly falling from a high tower, or like an uncontrollable suppressed excitement in the sudden joy.

Or maybe, this special feeling means that Bai Ning's consciousness is quickly integrating with this higher-level existence!

Is he, Bai Ning, rapidly integrating this consciousness that has been here for who knows how many years?

So, to whom does this consciousness that Bai Ning had imagined was separated from the physical body belong?

Does this special space of consciousness belong to a brain in a vat that is constantly aging?

If this consciousness existing in the brain in the special jar disappears, then without the dominant consciousness here, will Bai Ning's consciousness be trapped here forever?

The confusion of various ideologies was about to form a storm, which would tear Bai Ning, who was in a state of extreme panic, to pieces.

With an inexplicable resistance, Bai Ning's hands suddenly loosened and his eyes opened unconsciously.

The scene before him remained unchanged, except that the image of the old man had cracked, like a naturally cracked Ru kiln porcelain.

Looking at the shadow in front of him, it seemed extremely weak, like a dying beast, lying quietly in the same place.

Even though the connection between Bai Ning and it has been established again, it can no longer control Bai Ning's consciousness creation form.

Looking at the half-dead higher-level existence in front of him, this consciousness that has been in control here for who knows how many years, Bai Ning suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.

It's like when an old friend you haven't seen for years suddenly dies. It's like there's a void in your heart, but you don't actually feel that much sadness.

It was a very strange feeling, as if it came from Bai Ning's sincere sigh, or as if it came from self-mockery at a higher level.

"Say something."

Like a sudden inspiration, Bai Ning naturally felt that the higher-level being in front of him could understand his words.

This seems to be a special effect produced after the fusion of consciousness.

"The ultimate victory of the humble is an unforeseeable feat.

Just like the alien existence that swept here in the first place, it was all beyond expectations and incredible.

Your existence itself has already surpassed my cognition. Are you still that humble person who cannot be touched?"

The old man in front of him finally spoke, and it seemed like a communication that only existed at the conscious level. Is this the fusion of consciousness?

The old man's eyes still show the vastness of time, but they are mixed with some confusion and reverie.

"Humble and noble are always relative concepts.

Trapped in the definitions of the past, you will always be a victim of time.

Even if you are the leader here, your origins may be just some humble people who were oppressed and enslaved. "

In the process of responding, Bai Ning boldly expressed his guess.

This preconceived view seemed to have once again touched upon a blind spot in the knowledge of a higher level existence, causing him to stand there in a daze, his eyes filled with uncontrollable confusion.

Through such feedback, Bai Ning was able to roughly confirm that his previous guess about his identity might be correct.

Higher-level beings are obviously deprived of part of their cognition, and only when their existence is humble will they be actively deprived of this part of cognition.

“Unknowable.

……

If you win, I can give you a chance to leave here safely."

The combination of the two different answers is like a program interruption that is forced to be corrected.

“It’s not impossible to leave.

However, I have a few questions to ask.

What on earth is this? "

Leaving here is inevitable, but the prerequisite is to be able to obtain the important information that you want.

Bai Ning wanted to take out the crystal core that contained part of the dragon soul, so he reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

“Your authority is not high enough.

Don’t you want to know the current status of those who came in with you?”

The higher-level being smiled, as if he already knew what Bai Ning wanted to take out.

This secret, which is closely related to the soul, should not be understood by a humble slave like Bai Ning.

"We all come here for the secrets of the soul. Life and death have no meaning to us."

Bai Ning deliberately showed an indifferent attitude towards Jiang Yingxue and Captain Dong, and continued to limit the problem to the soul level.

Although Bai Ning knew that the Queen Mother of the West clan specialized in genetic research, they were relics of the Fourth Civilization and their understanding of the soul was probably more profound than that of Bai Ning, a later explorer.