Chapter 539: Dream
"I don't want to waste any more time," Yun Jie replied.
Long before he even saw the stone tablet, he had, in fact, already rehearsed his future path countless times, but he had never truly grasped how to take that step.
His current situation was much like a student who usually scored ninety-five percent preparing for an exam where he absolutely had to score a hundred, or else he might very well die.
The stone tablet and the legacy behind it were akin to the answers written by someone who had previously scored a hundred percent on this very exam.
Although there was no guarantee that the other party would also score a hundred this time, Yun Jie didn't care. Because by comparing the answers others had produced with his own, and then identifying the discrepancies for a second correction, the likelihood of a perfect score would significantly increase.
After all, for two people with near-perfect scores, the probability of them making the same mistake on an open-ended question and filling in the exact same wrong answer was infinitesimally low.
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Bai Mo underestimated Yun Jie's decisiveness, failing to notice that in the mere hour or two since their meeting, he had quietly sent his avatars to complete the stone tablet world three times and thoroughly examine everything he had left behind.
Moreover, while completing these trials, his other avatars had already arranged all necessary preparations, allowing him to immediately commence his breakthrough.
After years of exploration, Yun Jie calculated that when he advanced, an unimaginable deluge of information would inevitably flood his primordial spirit.
The imagination, vastly expanded after advancement, combined with endless information, could very well construct a world existing solely within his inner thoughts.
If one's consciousness could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, it would be forever imprisoned there, literally refining oneself into a true brain in a vat.
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"As long as the true self takes over a newborn's body from the moment of breakthrough, and immediately seals itself into a slumber upon entering the new body, it won't fall into an illusory world.
Then, allow the primordial spirit, over several decades, to unconsciously and instinctively sort through the massive influx of information, so that upon awakening, it can easily discern the boundary between truth and falsehood.
However, there's still a problem: if one can't integrate with the new personality formed during the slumber, that is, truly awaken from the seal...
Once the seized body dies of old age, the primordial spirit, having completely integrated with the new body, will likewise perish with it.
The true self must awaken before the new body perishes and construct the True Spirit Barrier; only then can the Myriad-Phase Realm breakthrough be considered successful.
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"Direct breakthrough is a path of certain death, almost guaranteed to result in a vegetative state. Conversely, the method of reincarnation to construct a True Spirit Barrier, amortizing the impact of the instantaneous information tidal wave over several decades, actually offers a glimmer of hope.
But what about him? Did he rely on some treasure obtained through plane trade?"
Yun Jie, after a rough estimate, believed that his breakthrough this time would require him to disappear for at least fifty years.
However, when he was on Earth, Bai Mo never disappeared for such a long time; at most, he was "dead" for a little over a year after that great war.
Thus, he speculated that Bai Mo must have relied on something to forcibly endure it, breaking through successfully in a single attempt. As for that year-plus of dormancy, it was very likely spent recuperating from the side effects of a forceful breakthrough.
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"What are you holding?" Bai Mo suddenly noticed that Yun Jie's palm seemed to be tightly clutching something.
"A Concentric Lock."
"No wonder."
Here, the Concentric Lock wasn't actually a tangible lock, but a Spirit Art invented by a couple over a decade ago.
At the time, they had aimed to recreate the feeling of a telepathic connection, but by a fortunate accident, they instead created a Spirit Art that allowed two designated individuals to sense each other's presence, no matter how far apart they were.
But other than a sense of presence, this Spirit Art couldn't transmit any other information. Naturally, it became something of a chicken rib, in a manner of speaking.
Aside from certain bored couples, no one cared about this thing; at most, some people knew of its existence.
"A Spirit Art that seemed utterly useless might one day prove its worth," Yun Jie said with a faint smile, as he was gradually enveloped by light.
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"You're still smiling! You actually planned to abandon our mother and daughter without a word!" Just as Yun Jie revealed his smile, a heroic and valiant figure suddenly appeared before him, ready to swing her hand and deliver a resounding slap to the heartless man.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." A teeth-aching sound of roasting meat filled the air. Beneath the black windbreaker, a delicate hand was roasted to a crisp outside and tender inside by the furious Spirit Energy enveloping Yun Jie's entire body.
"Mom."
"Mama!"
The two little girls called out one after another.
Decades had passed, and the former young girl had gained a touch of mature charm, yet under the nourishment of spirit qi, not a single trace of age remained.
"Sorry to make you witness such a spectacle," Yue Yu, who had teleported in, clad in a black windbreaker, finally noticed the other people in the back hall.
Of course, only she, the mistress of Blan Palace, possessed such high authority to teleport in without any restrictions.
After decades of development, anti-teleportation technology had become extremely mature. The kind of teleporting into vaults and safes to steal things, common many years ago, was now virtually impossible.
Any family with even a little wealth, when decorating their homes, would make sure to add anti-teleportation disruption rune arrays, intercepting the vast majority of teleportation intrusions.
This ability was truly a severe test for public security. No one wanted an uninvited guest to silently appear in their home, disturbing even their sleep.
To solve this problem, the Federation even enacted the "Regulations on the Management of Spatial Movement Ability Users," which stipulated that homeowners had the right to eliminate any teleportation ability user who rashly intruded upon their property.
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"It's fine, carry on." Bai Mo remained seated, seemingly sipping tea and watching a show.
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"Didn't I already have my avatar notify you?" Yun Jie didn't pay much attention to his wife's seemingly roasted right hand, as for beings of their transcendent level, it would return to normal in just ten minutes or so.
"Have you ever respected me? For something this important, you didn't even tell me yourself!"
"Is there a difference between an avatar notifying you and my true self notifying you...?"
"Yes! It's a matter of respect!"
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"There are only five minutes left," Yun Jie's words brought their small quarrel to an abrupt halt.
"I believe you can understand me," said the man, now almost completely covered in light.
"A dream, is it?" Yue Yu's tears fell, one by one, onto her hand, which was healing at a visible rate.
PS: Recommending a book, "Heavenly Origin Cultivator." It probably doesn't count as a "PY deal," right? 2333.
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