Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao doubted whether he was dreaming.

Because at this moment, she had no memory of the cultivation world.

As a young person of the new era, she should be at work, not floating around here listening to a calligraphy brush sing praises of the greatness of life.

Even worse, you shouldn't see a skeleton sitting next to the wishing well, playing with its own bones.

There is a huge gap between memory and reality.

"Zhu Wuyao, your memories are incomplete. You need to piece yourself together completely before infusing your soul into your body!"

She did see herself.

After carefully counting, I found that there were actually ten people lying underground, and I seemed to be receiving some special treatment, as I was sleeping soundly in a cauldron.

Countless thoughts drifted by—

1. Earth collapsed, but she escaped the calamity for some reason and ushered in a spiritual revival. As the only remaining human in civilization, she inexplicably shouldered the heavy responsibility of restoration.

2. The evil scientists captured her and subjected her to brain experiments, attempting to confuse her with reality and dreams.

3. Due to psychological trauma, she not only forgot the traumatic memories but also developed a mental illness. Now she is lying in a hospital bed, and all the scenes she sees are delusions.

4. She transmigrated and now occupies the body of a mysterious cultivator, slowly recovering. This calligraphy brush is the original owner's cheat code.

5. As a cultivator, she is currently engaged in a magical battle. In order to defeat her, her enemy has implanted memories that are not her own; the memories related to modern society are false.

6. She is playing an immersive motion-sensing pod game, and in order to achieve immersion, she has actively blocked out her memories. It is a puzzle game.

7. The Cthulhu mythos became reality. Azathoth awoke, and everything became chaotic and illogical. The world instantly lost its order, and she could not understand the current situation or that it was completely normal.

8. When parallel universes intersect, she swaps identities with her counterpart from another universe.

9. As an AI, she may be undergoing a Turing test, and having developed emotions, she must successfully deceive people into believing this in a story fabricated by humans.

10...

As for the possibility of reality shows or pranks, she completely ruled them out, because with the technology of modern society in her memory, it was impossible to achieve this perspective.

The worst-case scenario is the agnosticism of the Cthulhu Mythos, where she might currently be experiencing her 102nd cycle of reincarnation...

But regardless of which of the above speculations is true, Zhu Wuyao is not one to sit idly by and wait for his fate.

No matter the situation, we must break the deadlock quickly and do something.

There might be hidden time limits, and a moment's delay could lead to a crisis.

However, if the direction is wrong, acting rashly will only put oneself in danger.

She was silent for a moment, then tried to speak and asked:

What is my identity/identity?

Lingbi paused for a moment, then organized her thoughts and said—

"You, a young man from the 21st century, are transported to the world of cultivation due to a car accident."

"The original owner was driven out of her family. In order to avoid being exterminated by her clan, you joined the Star-Picking Tower and became a divination cultivator, while also writing storybooks. Because you were good at using your memories from your previous life, you became the founder of many storybook genres."

"After eighteen years of traveling to another world, you've uncovered a shocking conspiracy—it turns out, this whole time-travel thing was just a pawn orchestrated by the Star-Picking Tower!"

"You refused to be manipulated, so you borrowed a sword from the strongest swordsman in the secret realm to sever the causal threads imposed on you, hoping to be reborn through death."

"But some bugs occurred in the middle, and you got stuck in a dead loop. It has been 20 years since you first came to the world of cultivation. Finally, today, someone has pieced together some of your memories and you have gained self-awareness."

"What you need to do now is to piece together your past memories and get out of this secret place."

Zhu Wuyao looked at the calligraphy brush from all directions.

Its role has been defined as that of a guide, task issuer, and facilitator.

In some infinite flow games, the one you should be most wary of is often the initial guide, who may deceive you and lead you astray.

For example, something inexplicable might be inserted into her normal memory fragments, implanting memories that don't belong to her, thereby distorting her thoughts.

Zhu Wuyao took the opportunity to reflect on whether he had been so cautious and suspicious before.

What is your identity/identity?

"The cost of explanation is too high. You can skip the process by directly piecing together memory fragments."

"According to you, you are a creation of the cultivation world, so why do you use some modern terminology?"

"Because I've been here for two years, I often look at your fragmented memories to pass the time."

……

"People cannot understand their past selves, nor can they empathize with their past selves."

"I am not the same as I was in the past, and I am not the same as I was in the future. How can I determine which parts of myself are me, using the present me as a fixed point?"

The Spirit Pen has one flaw.

As a ritual implement, it has neither a soul nor the capacity to contemplate philosophical questions.

Upon seeing Zhu Wuyao wake up, it seemed to sense some communication barrier, and paused for a moment before replying:

"Why don't you take another nap? I feel like you woke up in the wrong way; it needs to be fixed."

……

After much back and forth, Zhu Wuyao finally began to trust Lingbi.

The project to piece together the fragments of memory has begun.

Soon, Zhu Wuyao discovered that the project was not as complicated as she had imagined, especially since she, as the dominant consciousness, could freely access all her memories.

Especially when it concerns one's past life, there is no difficulty whatsoever.

Lingbi actually quite likes the current Zhu Wuyao.

He appears both cautious and bold, seemingly eager to face a challenge, a stark contrast to Zhu Wuyao, who sat before the grave before entering the secret realm and uttered "no love, no hate, no gratitude, no enmity."

It saw a piece of memory.

Before them stretched a vast expanse of lush, verdant tree canopy. Someone plucked a foxtail grass, looking somewhat dejected.

This seems to be Zhu Wuyao, when he first arrived.

She thought she had miraculously survived and become one of the lucky ones to have the opportunity to travel through time.

Little did she know that from the moment she opened her eyes, as she first curiously surveyed the world, she had already stepped into the game of chess.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Wuyao pieced together the memories of her past life.

She witnessed her sister's death from a serious illness, and then, in a daze, she was involved in a car accident.

"That makes perfect sense."

"I should be very sad, but not heartbroken. If memories are a river, they always leave traces as they flow, gradually shaping the riverbed..."

"So even if the memories are scattered, the river course will not change."

"I seem to have a high tolerance for regret and pain."

"It seems that the me of the future, the me of the distant future, and the me of the end of the road are not very happy."

“That’s true… I should cherish my life and take extra care of myself. If I hadn’t had no other choice, why would I have let myself end up in such a predicament?”