I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Seeing that the two were about to fight and the tension was rising, Zhang Yangqing spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was powerful, like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads:
"Alright, alright, you two have met now. From now on, we'll need to cooperate in this environment. It's good to have arguments and questions, but what I want to see is that you can learn from each other's questions and do better, instead of causing trouble for each other, understand?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes took a deep breath, swallowed back the words she was about to say to the strange consciousness's family, and said seriously, "Understood, boss."

The eerie consciousness also dropped its nonchalant expression and nodded seriously: "Don't worry, boss, you know me."

Actually, Zhang Yangqing didn't stop them from arguing at first because he wanted them to get to know each other better.

Arguing and questioning are also ways to get to know each other; at least you can see each other's shortcomings.

What's the downside of having almond-shaped eyes? It's that you rely too much on auxiliary equipment. It's not that auxiliary equipment is bad, but if you have it, others might have it too, making the variables too great.

Her combat skills are not solid enough, so she is prone to being defeated when she encounters a truly strong opponent.

What are the drawbacks of the eerie consciousness? It's being too self-righteous, too impulsive, not meticulous enough, and prone to overlooking details.

Zhang Yangqing felt that it was better for the two of them to have a conflict at this time, at most just arguing, than for something to go wrong at a critical moment, which could be fatal.

The atmosphere at the scene eased somewhat, and Zhang Yangqing transmitted some methods of using spatial power to the strange consciousness.

This transmission method is only possible between Zhang Yangqing and the strange consciousness, since their consciousnesses previously existed in one body and had a high degree of compatibility.

The information is not extensive, but it is very concise: how to initiate a spatial jump, the route of energy circulation, methods to avoid backlash, and some tips summarized by Zhang Yangqing himself.

The eerie consciousness closed its eyes and digested the information for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, then opened its eyes and grinned: "Understood, boss, watch me."

It stood up, walked to the other side of the cave entrance, took a deep breath, squatted down, and placed its hands on the ground.

A strange, black energy surged from its body, condensing into a silvery-white point of light in front of it.

The light spot grew larger and brighter, like a miniature sun.

The eerie consciousness stared at the point of light, clenching its teeth, veins bulging on its forehead.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The point of light exploded, turning into a silvery-white crack.

The eerie consciousness leaped into the crack, and the next second, it appeared on the other side of the opening.

It succeeded! But it also failed!
It appeared two meters off-target and almost crashed into the cave wall.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes twitched at the corner of her mouth as she watched this scene.

She noticed a detail: the spatial movement of the eerie consciousness had a "delay".

It takes 1 to 2 seconds of preparation time from initiation to jumping.

During this period, it was almost completely unprepared.

Zhang Yangqing's startup time was controlled within 0.1 seconds.

In real combat, this difference can mean the difference between life and death.

The eerie consciousness also realized its own problem.

It lowered its head, frowned, and repeatedly recalled the information Zhang Yangqing had transmitted to it.

I clearly followed the boss's method, so why is there such a big difference? "Boss, I don't understand. I possessed Xing Gutian's corpse, so my compatibility with spatial power should be higher than yours. Why is my activation time so much longer than yours?"

Zhang Yangqing looked at it, paused for a second, and then explained: "Logically speaking, since you occupied that corpse, your compatibility with spatial power is indeed higher than mine. However, I have participated in spatial transfers far more often, and they are all higher-level spatial transfers. My understanding is more than yours."

Actually, Zhang Yangqing could say this: Do you know how many times you've been forcibly teleported through the world of ghost stories?
Zhang Yangqing, who was transported by the power of the origin of the strange world, lived in a higher spatial dimension. Each time he was transported, he would try to comprehend and understand it, which is why he only learned a little bit of it.

The strange consciousness roughly understood that it wasn't that its method was wrong, but that it lacked experience.

It needs time, practice, and constant attempts—experiences until its muscles remember the feeling, until its instincts replace its thinking, until it can accurately jump to where it wants to go even with its eyes closed.

The strange consciousness's understanding differed from Zhang Yangqing's, but its actions were indeed correct.

It walked to the other side of the hole, squatted down again, and restarted.

The light condensed, a crack appeared, and it jumped! It went astray! Again! It went astray again! Again! Again!
As the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes watched the eerie consciousness practice again and again, her initial dissatisfaction and distrust gradually dissipated.

This guy may be stubborn, but he's not lazy.

It knows where it's lacking, so it practices relentlessly.

This attitude deserves respect.

This strange consciousness was cultivated by Zhang Yangqing himself, because Zhang Yangqing had been instilling many things in him all along.

For example, if you want to become stronger, don't worry about some challenges. Treat challenges as normal things. Don't feel annoyed or tired. Just do your best.

We have a long road ahead of us, and you don't want to fall here, do you?

Try your best, and come with me to see even farther places.

Zhang Yangqing offered encouragement and made grand promises, so the strange consciousness naturally followed Zhang Yangqing's ideas because it absolutely trusted Zhang Yangqing and believed that what Zhang Yangqing said must be correct.

What's more, accompanying the boss to see even farther places is a man's romance, a love that lasts until death!

Now that everything is ready, Zhang Yangqing begins to implement the next stage of the plan: spatial jump.

Following the route they remembered, the three of them went through many hardships and finally found the Lake of Oblivion.

The area around here is heavily polluted.

The air was filled with a gray-black fog, so thick it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

The ground was covered with traces left by strange creatures: huge claw marks, dried black bloodstains, and the remains of some indescribable things.

In the distance, several mountains collapsed, with rubble scattered all over the ground, as if something had scooped out a large chunk of them.

Deep cracks appeared in the ground, from which grayish-white gas oozed out, emitting a pungent sulfurous smell.

It looked like the apocalypse had struck. Although the fog obscured most of the view, you could still feel how severe the damage to this area was through the fog.

The eerie consciousness looked around, its eyes wide open, its mouth slightly agape, its face filled with shock.

It had lived in Cangwu Mountain and also spent time in Yudu, but it had never seen such a scene before.

The entire area seemed to have been torn apart from within by some force; the earth was wailing, the space was trembling, and even the air was crying.

"What happened here?" The eerie voice trembled slightly. (End of Chapter)