My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 153 Changes in Superpowers and Journal Publication!

"If my power can travel through my voice, can other things travel through it too?"

Huang Tian pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, and a small wisp of dust swirled and flew into his hand.

With a thought, he was about to send the dust through his voice, but the dust remained suspended in his palm.

"It can't be transmitted..."

He thought for a moment, brushed away the dust, picked up a small pebble, and tried again.

"Or not."

Then they tried several other things, but none of them worked.

"It seems we can't send anything over for the time being," Huang Tian said with a hint of regret.

He also envisioned developing the ability to teleport items remotely.

Unfortunately, it's impossible, at least not now. Perhaps in the future, when superpowers evolve again, we'll be able to have such abilities.

While Huang Tian continued experimenting with teleporting items, in the tea room, Daoist Shan Jing drank two cups of hot tea, got up, and left, returning to his room.

"Power can be transmitted, but things cannot. So, can sound be transmitted?"

Looking at Master Shan Jing walking on the path through the sound of his voice, Huang Tian pondered for a moment.

"Let's test it on him. We'll erase his memory later and give him some compensation."

Thinking this, he immediately coughed lightly.

"Huh?! Who's there?!"

Master Shan Jing was terrified, feeling a surge of electricity rush from his spine to his scalp and then explode!

He quickly looked around, but saw no one in front or behind him. The trees on both sides of the path were shadowy in the hazy moonlight, as if they were casting a cool shade.

Is anyone... there?

He mustered his courage and forced himself to speak calmly.

However, there was no response, only the gentle evening breeze rustling the leaves.

Master Shan Jing was filled with doubt and surprise. Suddenly, he recalled the strange breeze that had blown in the tea room, and the chill in his heart intensified.

'Are there really evil things in this world?! Or was I just imagining things?'

He let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "May the Ancestral Master protect me, may the Ancestral Master protect me, may evil spirits not invade, may evil spirits not invade..."

As he recited it, he subconsciously quickened his pace toward his room.

"Kuang~"

The door was pushed open, and he hurriedly turned around and locked it from the inside. Then he took several drawn talismans from the bedside table and pasted them on the back of the door.

'No, should I go find my senior brother now? In horror movies, those who hide alone always end up getting killed... Pshaw, I'm a Taoist priest, what do I have to fear from demons and evil spirits? No, I'd better go find Senior Brother Mangosteen, hopefully he won't laugh at me...'

Clutching several talismans in his hand, he encouraged himself and prepared to go out to find Master Shanzhu.

Just then, a strong drowsiness struck, making his head spin.

'Ugh, ugh, why am I so sleepy? I really, really want to sleep…'

He suddenly loosened his grip on the talismans, scattering them on the ground. He walked to the bed in a daze, not even taking off his shoes, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down, his snores ringing out rhythmically.

“Sound can also be transmitted.” Huang Tian pondered. “In short, my power and voice can be transmitted through the sound, but objects cannot be transmitted. Next, let’s test whether other people’s things and consciousness can be transmitted.”

His gaze fell on the scattered, lifeless talismans beside Daoist Shan Jing's bed. With a surge of spiritual power, the talismans floated up, but they were just floating; they couldn't travel along the sound path to the apartment.

"Not expected."

Undeterred by the unsuccessful attempt, Huang Tian instead used his spiritual power to draw a wisp of the sleeping Daoist Shan Jing's consciousness into his own spiritual world.

Hurry~
"Success!"

Huang Tian's eyes lit up, only to see that in his vast spiritual world, Master Shan Jing, dressed in a Taoist robe, was lying on the ground with a bewildered expression.

"Huh? Where am I?!"

He got up in a daze, looked around, and found himself in the middle of a plain.

Before your eyes lies a field of grass and a sea of ​​flowers. In the distance, a dense forest rises and falls in layers. In the sky, light clouds drift by, and the sun shines brightly. When a strong wind blows, the flowers, grass, and trees sway, scattering golden light all over the ground.

"Is this still Earth? Wasn't I in the Taoist temple? And I remember it was nighttime just now. I had tea with some believers and went back to my room alone... I remember now! I was asleep, so I'm dreaming?"

He was at a loss. "My mind is so clear even when I'm asleep. Is it a lucid dream? Or am I not actually asleep, but have traveled through time?"

As a Taoist priest in his thirties, he wasn't without any entertainment activities. He didn't play games, but he did read novels and was quite familiar with the so-called time travel, rebirth, and systems.

Just as he was lost in thought, a burly man in black emerged from the forest opposite.

The burly man was more than half a head taller than him, with shoulders as thick as a wall, and veins bulging on his bare arms.

Master Shan Jing hesitated before asking, "This person, a devout believer? May I ask where this place is?"

The burly man ignored his question, walked up to him expressionlessly, and then delivered a straight punch like a cannonball to his face!
In shock, Master Shan Jing instinctively raised his hand to block. The moment his left arm made contact with the fist, he clearly heard a cracking sound from his bones, and a sharp pain made half of his body numb and tingling.

"Fuck!"

He swore and staggered backward, but the burly man's second punch followed, landing heavily on his abdomen.

"Uh!"

Master Shan Jing suddenly arched his back, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced by the punch. Stomach acid mixed with blood foam uncontrollably gushed from his mouth, and a sense of fear arose in his heart.

The burly man remained indifferent, grabbed the man's head, which was drooping in pain, raised his knee, and slammed it into him hard!

Bang!
The sound of a broken nose rang out, and Master Shan Jing's vision was instantly stained red with blood. He fell backward helplessly, his head hitting the ground.

Hurry~
The wind whistled, and a right foot stabbed hard into his neck.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to resist, but he had no strength at all and could only watch helplessly as the foot came hurtling towards him.

However, at that moment, everything came to a standstill.

Huang Tian, ​​who was watching the battle from the cloud, glanced at the half-dead Daoist Shan Jing, then released his mind and looked at Daoist Shan Jing, who was still fast asleep outside the spiritual world.

"Sure enough, whether this wisp of consciousness is injured or not will not be reflected too obviously in its main body. Even if this wisp of consciousness dies, it will be like having a nightmare, and it will be mentally exhausted for a period of time, rather than dying along with it."

"Unless I draw all his consciousness in and then kill him, he won't become a vegetable..."

Thinking this, he raised his finger and gently tapped it, as if time had reversed, and the strong man returned to the forest, while Master Shan Jing's injuries were completely healed.

wow~
The wind blew, and everything returned to normal.

Master Shan Jing collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. He touched his neck with his right hand, "I...I'm not dead?!"

Tread~

Footsteps approached, and the burly man from before strode out of the woods and walked towards him. "Damn it, he's back again?!"

He suddenly sprang to his feet, recalling the scene of being brutally murdered by the strong man, his heart hardened, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"You think you can bully the big shots like that?!"

He was caught off guard in his panic just now. If it were a one-on-one fight, he wouldn't be too afraid. After all, he had practiced boxing and swordsmanship for many years. Even if he wasn't physically strong, he was agile and flexible enough.

"Besides, I don't think I'll die. Even if I do, I can start over. What's there to be afraid of!"

With this thought in mind, he slightly hunched over, his muscles tensed, and his eyes were fixed on the strong man's every move.

Nearly.

"Whoosh~"

The burly man closed in and delivered another straight punch!
This time, Master Shan Jing did not block. Just as the fist was about to touch his face, he suddenly turned his head. The fist grazed his face, causing a burning pain. At the same time, he gritted his teeth, lunged forward, and slammed his head into the strong man's chin!
The burly man grunted, his movements pausing slightly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Master Shan Jing attacked again, delivering a powerful chop to the strong man's Adam's apple with all his might!

"Ho!"

The burly man's eyes bulged out instantly, and his strong body swayed slightly.

Master Shan Jing did not stop. He pressed his advantage and raised his knee to strike the strong man's groin. At the same time, he used his hands and feet to fight back, biting, headbutting, elbowing... using every means at his disposal.

The burly man retaliated with punches, landing several blows on his back that nearly made him cough up blood. However, he ultimately gained the upper hand, and with another fierce headbutt, blood splattered as the burly man's tall body crashed backward.

Master Shan Jing then pounced on him, his fists raining down like raindrops until the person beneath him was completely lifeless and no longer moving, before he stopped.

"Hoo hoo~ Who told you to kill me just now? You'd better die!"

He slumped to the side, panting heavily. Each breath was accompanied by a sharp pain in his lungs, and his whole body trembled slightly. He couldn't tell whether it was from exhaustion, the shock, or lingering fear.

Just then, the burly man's corpse suddenly turned into shimmering points of light and vanished, leaving only a white ball of light in its place.

"Hmm? Could this be equipment and skills dropped by monsters?"

Master Shan Jing had a strange expression on his face. He cautiously reached out and touched the white ball of light. The moment he made contact, the ball of light trembled and then, with a whoosh, burrowed into his head.

He froze, stunned, and after a while, he came to his senses and his eyes lit up with joy.

"Is that really a skill?! The Soaring Dragon Sword Technique? This sword technique seems to be imprinted in my mind, but unfortunately, I don't have a sword in my hand."

Clang~

An iron sword fell to the ground beside him.

Master Shan Jing was bewildered. 'Someone's been watching me?'

He looked around in all directions, but couldn't see anything.

'Sigh! Whoever it is, they shouldn't mean any harm, otherwise I would have been dead long ago.'

He picked up the sword. "Let's try out the Dragon Soaring Sword Technique!"

He stood up, took two deep breaths, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

"Hey~"

With a swift movement, his footwork unfolded, and his longsword shot out like a swimming dragon, its blade slicing through the air with a whooshing sound.

He took a step and pointed his sword, the tip of the sword trembling slightly like a dragon's head rising slightly.

He lunged forward, thrusting the sword with force that flowed through the blade, then spun around and brought the sword back, the blade tracing a smooth arc along his side.

His footwork and sword moves were closely coordinated. He maintained a stable center of gravity throughout his advances, retreats, and turns. Sometimes he moved in circles like a cloud, his longsword dancing in front of him. At other times he suddenly exerted force, delivering a clean and crisp slash, the power contained but not released, and he stopped steadily at the end.

At first, he was a little clumsy, but as he continued to use the sword techniques, he became more and more proficient.

After a moment, he slowly withdrew his stance, bringing his longsword back to his front with the tip slightly lowered. His aura also gradually subsided, and he maintained a calm demeanor.

"I think I've completely mastered this sword technique!"

Just as he was feeling overjoyed.

hum~
Like ripples spreading in the air, everything around fell still, and even the wind stopped.

Above the clouds, Huang Tian nodded slightly, “As long as I can draw the consciousness of others into my spiritual world, I can transmit the Dharma from thousands of miles away.”

However, this kind of transmission only imprints the techniques and moves into other people's minds. To truly grasp the essence of the techniques, the recipient still needs to practice diligently.

The more profound the martial arts or profound skills, the more time is required to cultivate them, especially methods involving divine will.

With a flick of his finger, he erased all of Master Shan Jing's memories of the night, including the memory of the Youlong Sword Technique.

With another flick of his sleeve, this wisp of consciousness flew out of the spiritual world and returned to Daoist Shan Jing's body along the sound.

At the same time, wisps of spiritual energy were drawn by Huang Tian and cleansed Master Shan Jing's body.

"After being cleansed by spiritual energy, he will be free from all diseases and have a healthy body. This can be considered as some compensation for using him as an experiment."

Just as he was about to cut off the voice, Huang Tian's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"A new imprint of consciousness has appeared in my mental world!"

After a moment's sensing, he discerned that the imprint of consciousness came from Daoist Shan Jing, and that it was dissipating at an extremely slow rate, taking at least several years to completely dissipate.

"What's the use of this brand?"

He seemed to be deep in thought. With a thought, he severed the connection between himself and Daoist Shan Jing, and the scene before him vanished completely.

After waiting a moment, he gently touched the mark in his spiritual world with his divine will. Suddenly, time and space intersected before his eyes, and a familiar scene appeared—Master Shan Jing was lying on the bed snoring, sleeping soundly.

"I see! From now on, anyone who enters my mental world will have a mental imprint left inside. I can use this imprint to observe their every move at any time without them needing to mention my name or code name!"

Huang Tian was quite excited. "After achieving the Golden Core stage, my superpowers have evolved a lot. However, why does my current ability feel a bit like the God Space in a novel?"

It can pull people into the spiritual world from thousands of miles away, can "initiate" them with cultivation techniques and martial arts skills, and can monitor all the actions of "reincarnators" at any time...

Yes, the teleportation feature is not working for the time being.

He chuckled and shook his head. He had no intention of creating a main god space on Earth, at least not now.

"However, even without a main god space, this consciousness imprint is still very useful..."

He planned to draw the consciousness of several close relatives into the spiritual world, leaving an imprint so that he could take action remotely through this imprint in case of any emergencies.

Having made up his mind, he turned off the screen and stopped observing others through their voices. He sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state...

The next day.

As dawn broke and the sun rose in the east, the campus of Changda University was filled with jubilation.

Because, New Advances in Mathematics, one of the four top international mathematics journals, has published a new issue!
On its thirty-seventh page, it is clearly written—

[Study on the Explosion Phenomenon of Supercritical Defocusing Nonlinear Wave Equation]!
(End of this chapter)