Keqing, it’s just cultivating immortality, is it that difficult?

"Yes, asking for directions!"

Keqing nodded and passed the snacks over through her spiritual power. The Wind Bear didn't care about anything else and a big mouth immediately appeared on its chest, swallowing the bugs in one gulp.

Crunch, crunch, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Keqing has become accustomed to such strange eating habits and does not find it scary. After all, she has seen it so many times that it is no longer surprising.

Afterwards, Keqing asked about the canyon, the mountain with dark clouds above its head, and other obvious landmarks, but Wind Bear just shook his head blankly.

“N-Never seen it…”

Keqing was a little disappointed. Seeing the Swift Bear looking at her eagerly, she took out some "snacks"

"Where is your tribe? Take me to the tribe. I want to ask for directions from your people. If you lead me, I will give you a lot of snacks like this."

"Really?"

Saliva was leaking from the belly of the Wind Bear.

"Yeah, a lot, I'm not lying to you."

When Keqing came, she made special preparations and brought a nest of corpse worms that the wind bears loved to eat, just to lure them with benefits.

After all, these monsters don't rely on the outside world. Compared with cultivation, survival is more important to them, and strength is just a byproduct.

I found out that the Swift Bear likes to eat these little bugs, so I spent some time looking for them.

Attracted by the insects, the black gale bear in front of her nodded quickly and took her to meet the tribe happily without any vigilance at all.

Well, maybe the monsters here are busy surviving, and they are the type that speak their mind. They know nothing about the human mind and they only know that there will be delicious food if they are taken to the tribe, and they never thought about what will happen if they are taken there.

From this, it can be imagined that there is nothing that Wind Bear can get out of here.

After all, just some insects can make these guys like this, which is enough to prove that their heads are filled with things related to eating and hunting. Other things that are not related to food and survival will no longer remain in their minds.

But just in case, Keqing still went with them. Just in case.

Keqing followed this guy to a hidden valley, which was full of these Swift Bears. Upon seeing Keqing coming, these guys fled in all directions as if frightened. The guy who brought her here did not react at all to his own kind, but looked at Keqing instead.

Keqing had no choice but to give him the agreed item, and then she did the same thing by taking out snacks to seduce other bears.

The result was indeed as expected. I didn't get any valuable information. The answers I got were either "I don't know" or "I'm not sure", or "it's vague", like there was such a place but I forgot where it was.

[These bears are so stupid. Their big bodies are a waste. They are as timid as mice and their brains are the size of walnuts.]

Little Coal Ball complained.

"Well, I thought that since we see these bears everywhere, they should be organized and have a wide distribution area, and have some fixed connection. Who can tell me that the IQ of these bears is a bit low?"

Most of them have an IQ of six or seven years old, or even lower, so you won't get anything out of them.

In this case, Keqing can only turn her target to another existence, the Soul-Tethering Bird.

Soul-Catching Birds fly high in the sky all year round and only land once every six months. If one wants to find them, one naturally has to fly high in the sky. Over the past few days, Keqing has seen quite a few Soul-Catching Birds flying overhead.

Just as she was leaving the lair of the Swift Bear, she soon saw a Soul-Catching Bird flying overhead and hurriedly intercepted it.

Seeing that the Soul-Catching Bird was alert instead of attacking directly, it proved that the Soul-Catching Bird could judge the situation and its IQ was at least higher than that of the Wind Bear, so he sent a message.

"Ask for directions? The Grand Canyon?"

"Yes, I want to ask for directions, I wonder if you know."

Keqing described it again, but the response was negative, she didn’t know, and wasn’t sure.

Keqing was a little disappointed, and asked if she could be taken to a place where there were many Soul-Clusting Birds to ask. Logically speaking, with so many Soul-Clusting Birds, there should be a few who would know the answer.

However, the Soul-Catching Bird was cautious and did not agree directly. She knew that she had to give some benefits at this time. She directly took out the evil spirit she had caught. She thought the Soul-Catching Bird would like it very much, but it didn't even look at it?

After thinking about it, she took out some spirit stones and waste stones again, but the soul-binding bird did not react.

Keqing thought about it and took out another soul plant to replenish her soul power. The soul-pulling bird finally responded.

But she said she could take her to the tribe, and Keqing's face lit up and expressed her gratitude.

I thought I would be able to get some good news when I went to the nest this time.

However, who could have imagined that this trip would lead them directly into a crisis.

[Fuck, this is actually a weird place! ]

Entering an ordinary mountain range, Keqing thought that this was the location of the soul-pulling birds. Suddenly, the world turned upside down and everything around her changed.

The edge of the mountain range was originally filled with birdsong and flowers.

Sticky blood fell from the sky, and under his feet was boiling black soup like the base of a soup. He felt as if he had entered the stomach of a monster, and countless limbs fell from the sky.

And those soul-grabbing birds suddenly changed, becoming crazy and ferocious. Their huge suction cups turned into hideous cracks that looked hungry for food and attacked Keqing.

Not to mention that Little Coal Ball was shocked, even Keqing was unable to react for a moment.

However, she reacted quickly. She first summoned two Yellow Turban warriors to deal with the soul-pulling birds around her, and then condensed the power of thunder and shot it in all directions.

The sword energy was as powerful as a rainbow piercing the sun, cutting away the mountain range that had expanded like a tumor. At the same time, Meng was also pulled out of the space to deal with the various limbs and rotten flesh that had been cut off.

The surging malice was everywhere, but Keqing kept her mouth shut, but the sword in her hand was very steady.

However, this time the strangeness was very difficult to deal with. No matter how Keqing killed or how Meng devoured, everything seemed to be ineffective and it was just a futile struggle.

The boiling soup on the ground was rising little by little, and the sky in the sky was pressing down little by little. It was conceivable that if one was really caught in such a pinch, it would not be a good feeling.

The key to cunning is the word "cunning". Keqing has dealt with many cunning people before, so she naturally understands that cunning is hard to guard against and that mental pollution is the main thing.

Now, the attack is not effective. Could it be that this kind of trickery is of another type?

There are many kinds of weirdness, some are real and some are virtual, some are invisible and intangible, and some are assimilated, or they are nightmares, hallucinations, or seem unreal but not real.

Which one is this?

Her anxious heart suddenly calmed down, and her current state of mind was not consistent with her previous mood.

Keqing took a deep breath and looked around. The Yellow Turban warriors were still resisting the attacks. She looked at the soup under her feet and threw a rough stone down.

With a sizzle, the barren rocks turned into ashes in an instant.

She thought for a moment, suddenly stopped attacking, and slowly closed her eyes.

Her vision suddenly fell into darkness. Keqing withdrew her spiritual awareness and at the same time closed her senses of smell, hearing, touch, and all five of her senses.

Even the cultivator's sixth absolute power was closed, completely isolating himself from the small and big circulations.

In this situation, Keqing has lost her perception of the outside world, which is extremely dangerous.

However, although her five senses are closed, Keqing still has other ways to perceive the outside world.

Then, in the darkness and nothingness, vision was restored. It was an extremely tall vision, but it did not belong to Keqing herself.

Yes, that was the Yellow Turban Warrior’s sight. Keqing directly communicated with his magical powers and treated the Yellow Turban Warrior’s eyes as her own to observe the outside world.

Only then did she realize that there was nothing strange in front of her. There was no flesh-colored mountains or magma-like soup base. There was only ordinary

Tongtong stood there alone, while the little coal ball was calling out to him anxiously in the space.

[Master, are you okay? Why are you in a daze? ]

[Master!? Master?]

"I'm fine..."

Keqing simply replied and comforted the little coal ball. Keqing regained her five senses and then slowly opened her eyes.

The mountain of meat in the distance is still there, and the soup under your feet is still there.

Keqing took out another piece of rough stone, thought for a moment, and threw it into the soup at her feet.

With a sizzle, the barren rocks melted instantly.

In the eyes of the Yellow Turban Warrior, he also took out a rough stone, and the rough stone fell into the ground and suddenly disappeared, as if it was melted by some invisible object.

Seeing this scene, Keqing frowned slightly. Isn't this an illusion?

She thought for a moment, handed the barren stone to the Yellow Turban Warrior, and then asked him to throw it from a high altitude to the ground.

In Keqing's eyes, the rough rocks fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

However, from the perspective of the Yellow Turban Warrior, the rock did not change at all when it fell into the ground, but just fell straight into the ground.

Keqing was stunned. This is...

Why did the same action performed by himself and the Yellow Turban Warrior produce different consequences?

What is the difference between myself and the Yellow Turban Warrior?

Divine power? Or life? Or something else?

Keqing thought about it and went through many experiments. Finally, she came to a conclusion.

Intelligence

No, to be more precise it should be cognition——

The Yellow Turban Warrior has no cognition, but I do have cognition.

I thought that the rock would be burned if it fell down, so the rock was burned. The rock was burned not because of the soup base under my feet, but because of my own cognition.

So my own perception changed everything.

As expected, it is so treacherous and hard to guard against.

Keqing sighed. She wanted to defend herself, but how?

It pollutes your mind silently and you cannot detect it no matter how hard you try. The power in your body is completely useless against it.

This is not weird at all, this kind of silent and cognitive existence can be called a god.

As Keqing's thoughts changed, the hot spring in front of her suddenly changed, turning into clear spring water, surrounded by clouds and mist, green and clear spring water, lotus leaves swaying gently on it, dancing in the wind, and a few drops of dew sliding down from the lotus leaves.

Before his eyes, a huge, bright and righteous god slowly emerged, as if he was standing tall and could kill him with just one hand.

Just as she was thinking this, the god raised his hand which was as strong as Mount Tai and slapped Keqing hard.

Keqing watched the scene expressionlessly without making any move.

Since weirdness depends on one's own cognition, and weirdness in one's own cognition is harmful to oneself, then what if one thinks that weirdness is excessive?

As his thoughts changed, the surroundings suddenly changed. A white jade ladder appeared in front of him, and fairy music sounded in his ears. Countless monks in the distance looked over expectantly.

Looking at myself, I was wearing a Liuxian dress, exuding an ethereal aura, as if I was about to ascend to heaven.

I could also hear the blessings of the monks, and in the sky I could hear the sound of the phoenix singing, the dragon flying, and the divine light flashing.

It seemed as if as long as he stepped into this ladder, he could ascend to become an immortal and immediately enter the ninth heaven of immortals.

Keqing looked at the ladder in the distance and slowly took a step forward.

As he took a step forward, divine light descended from the sky, sweet dew fell, and the grass and trees grew, full of vitality.

As long as he stepped onto the ladder to heaven, he would be as long-lived as the universe, as bright as the sun and the moon, and would be at the top of the world. Even the laws of heaven would submit to him, and the universe would...

Just as I thought of this, there was a crack, and the whole world suddenly collapsed, and everything disappeared.

And his own world also returned to reality, which was no different from the Yellow Turban Warrior.

Keqing suddenly smiled and whispered softly.

"I thought I could really ascend to immortality, but it seems even the weirdness has its limits."

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Chapter 492: The Queen of Insects (6000 words) (15 more)

[What is Ascension? Master, what happened to you just now? . . ]

[After you killed the soul-drawing bird, you suddenly became stunned, and then controlled the Yellow Turban Warriors to fight everywhere. ]

[I noticed that you and the Yellow Turban Warrior were being attacked by something invisible. Could it be some invisible enemy?]

Facing Xiao Meiqiu's worry, Keqing's brows relaxed.

I told her what I had just experienced. Fortunately, I had mostly let the small coal balls enter the space, because inside the space they would not be affected by the outside world. This way, if I encountered any problems, the small coal balls could be used as a backup.

[I actually encountered such a strange thing, this...]

Little Coal Ball was also frightened, luckily his owner came out, if he had really been possessed by a ghost, it would have been troublesome.

[This trick is really hard to guard against, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to crack. ]

I clearly felt that this strange thing was very powerful, but why did I feel that it was so unfair that it was easily solved by the owner?