Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 890 [The Treasury of Wisdom], "Non-Self," and the Subtle Separation from Chaos

The first person to arrive was a man in a loose robe.

Men typically have robust, sturdy frames, while women have slender, delicate frames. Even moderately sophisticated surveillance equipment can distinguish the sex of an individual based on these physiological differences. However, this woman's features were entirely devoid of these characteristics; her physique was so average it possessed a strange, rhythmic quality.

Unable to distinguish gender.

Its waist was tied with a hemp rope, from which were many masks, intertwined and scattered haphazardly.

The styles are diverse, ranging from pixelated fluorescent, high-tech electronic masks to robust and bold vermilion Nuo masks, to sharp and cold bronze masks, and even human face masks that are indistinguishable from real people... A quick glance reveals that it's impossible to list them all.

The impacts from all directions surged wave after wave, like a tidal wave, roaring and tearing everything apart. Yet the person approached unhurriedly, strolling past, though the series of masks tied around his waist swayed and jingled.

Clearly, being in this situation, it is not entirely unaffected.

Then it stopped, one hand behind its back, the other hand gently raised, its sleeve pulled down a bit, its five fingers spread out, revealing an unusual tranquility, and bowed to Song Shi in the distance.

The Abyss is always unpredictable and structurally distorted; "distance" here is never a constant physical quantity, especially at depth 6. However, for psionicists who have reached the fifth ring, True Spirit, they no longer rely solely on sight to determine their location.

The position where it stopped was precisely at a delicate boundary; if it moved forward a little further, its "field" would touch Song Shi's "field".

The two "realms" that are born from the self, when they touch, produce only a violent and turbulent result.

Song Shi recognized the other party.

As a native of the Eastern Continent, he should naturally recognize the other party.

One of the members of the Pan-Eastern Continental Alliance, and the controller of the [Taihui Zang].

The consensus reached in the fifth stage.
"—'Not me,' a wondrous separation and chaos." Song Shi read out the identity of the masked man.

Indeed, the masked man's face was clearly one of the masks tied around its waist. Without a doubt, it could freely change masks whenever it wanted.

Song Shi touched the heavy weapon, feeling the heat emanating from it.

Just about to move.

The Pan-Eastern Continental Union, this behemoth entrenched in the Eastern Continent, along with the Northern Thunder Defense Front, the Eastern Continent Republic, the Four Heavenly Kings, and the Knowledge Council, is hailed as the four poles of the Eastern Continent, truly deserving of its hegemony.

However, the Eastern Continent is still quite large and vast. Even the four extreme regions cannot encompass all talents. There are always incredible talents emerging in places beyond their reach.

【Taihuizang】 and 【Tono】 are the only two in this era—and only fifth-ring psychics—to meet such an incredible standard.

[The Treasury of Wisdom] They pondered that one person's strength is limited. If one lacks innate talent and endowment, no matter how hard one strives, it will only be a struggle in a sea of ​​suffering, without seeing even a glimmer of hope for liberation. But these are things one is born with; how can later efforts change them?

and so.

It can only be determined by genetics.

and so.

We must return to our innate nature from the acquired.

After much painful reflection and profound realization, they decided to place their hopes on "innate wisdom"—hoping that this innate intelligence could lead millions of people to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Everyone possesses wisdom. Even the most dull-witted person, in a moment of brilliance, can evoke astonishment—the so-called "great wisdom appears as foolishness." It's just that this wisdom varies in degree, which is why some are called geniuses and others are called fools. —What [Treasury of Embryonic Wisdom] aims to do is refine this wisdom!

Since there is no single person who is without merit, if one wants to explore the great wisdom, one must exhaust the knowledge of all people!

Therefore, the "Taihui Cang" (胎慧藏) selects and stores each person's memories, striving for a perfect replica without the slightest error, before transferring them into another person's brain. Given the complexity and magnificence of the human mind, this act is no less dangerous than creating a cybernetic psychopath.

Therefore, each time a new memory is instilled, the 【Treasury of Embryonic Wisdom】 refers to it as a cycle of “Kalpa of Past Wisdom”.

Each "Kalpa of Innate Wisdom" involves a clash between the old personality and the newly instilled personality, like two giant millstones grinding each other down. Unwanted impurities are crushed and eliminated, leaving behind the different wisdom inherent in different people.

With each passing cycle of "Kalpa of Past Wisdom," one takes a step closer to transcendence and a little closer to perfection.
In the 【Treasury of Wisdom】, the number of cycles of “Kalpa of Past Wisdom” you have passed almost directly reflects your social status.

However, in Song Shi's opinion, this would only damage his brain.

That's what I thought in my past life.

现在
The same applies.

"—The chaos and confusion, two questions."

Flames flickered around Song Shi's body, like thousands of streaks of fire streaking across the night sky, dazzling and spectacular.

"First, how old are you?" Song Shi asked with a hint of curiosity, raising his index finger. "You've gone through tens of millions of 'Tribulations of Past Wisdom,' and now your mind is filled with all sorts of people—men, women, old, young—it's impossible to count them all. How should I address you?"

"Not me."

Miao Liluan spoke up.

Its voice is extremely strange, or perhaps "strange" is a more accurate word. It sounds as if thousands of people are speaking, but if you listen carefully, it sounds as if there is only one clear and bright voice.

"However, things are chaotic and confusing."

Song Shi chuckled, neither confirming nor denying, and then asked, "The second question is, are you here as a psychic or as a king of the abyss?"

"Can you stop talking nonsense?" VE stared intently ahead, blurting out, "You know perfectly well what you're asking!"

Miao Liluan's face changed instantly, transforming into a crimson Nuo mask, resembling a malevolent demon. It stood still, smiling gently, everything unspoken.

The Enterprise Alliance reigns supreme in the network field in Terra, having produced four Abyss Kings of the same generation. The Pan-Eastern Continental Alliance is far inferior in this regard, with only two Abyss Kings qualified to venture into Depth 6.

One of them is the chaotic and confusing "non-self" before me.

And the other one.
In another direction, amidst the chaos of Song Shi, VE, and Miao Li Luan, the raging, turbulent waves seemed to suddenly encounter an indestructible icebreaker, being pierced through inch by inch with a crack. At the end of the channel carved out by the great power, a figure strode forward with imposing momentum.

Compared to the bizarre attire of "Miao Li Luan" and the casual laziness of "VE", this figure's appearance is much more formal. He wears a standard suit underneath a black coat, discarding all unnecessary decorations, but the tailoring is extremely sophisticated.

The Academic Council, the sacred authority of the Institute of Information Technology.

The fifth ring: [Truth].

—"Observer of the World," Shiquanwei!
(End of this chapter)