The experiences after arriving in the Realm of Life and Death were different from what the Group of Immortals led by Guang Wu had imagined.
There was no exclusion, nor was there a warm welco.
They were simply settled in their original hotowns, with a hint of being left to fend for themselves.
Especially after briefly speaking a few words, Jiu Xuan seed to have so urgent matter to attend to and hurriedly left.
Seeing the Group of Immortals looking sowhat disheartened, Xing Fu had to speak up to encourage them, "Do not be discouraged! Haven’t we already achieved our goal?"
"We’ve escaped the troubles of Dao Yan and gained a new ho where we can live peacefully."
"Just follow the arrangents! As Jiu Xuan said, there is no compulsion to contribute to the creation through imagination. It can go at its natural course. It is even better if those with the capability voluntarily make contributions."
Only then did the Group of Immortals feel sowhat relieved.
"However, it’s sowhat disheartening not to have even seen the Inscription Dao Immortal," murmured Shan Shan, one of the Immortals.
After all, it was because of the invitation letter from the Inscription Dao Immortal that they ca here, and now that the Immortal has never appeared, naturally, there is a psychological gap.
Feeling unsettled, so imdiately began studying the [Imagination] thod ntioned by Jiu Xuan before leaving.
Imagination requires using a yellow crystal that reflects this realm as a dium.
The power of the yellow crystal radiates all possibilities of imaginative constructs and is omnipresent.
However, outsiders find it difficult to perceive; it can only be sensed through special thods.
The thod is quite simple. The Group of Immortals spontaneously activated it, lifting their heads.
As expected, they glimpsed the yellow crystal, akin to a great sun.
Emitting warm and srizing light, it reflects endless possibilities of living beings.
"Everything we see is born from this? It’s truly unbelievable."
"One’s mind imrses in it, and mories of the past surface in the Spirit Consciousness..."
Following Jiu Xuan’s instructions, the Group of Immortals began attempting to replicate.
However, Xing Fu was exceptionally cautious and chose to observe for the ti being.
There was no imagined conspiracy occurring; after completing an imaginative recollection, the Group of Immortals only felt slightly ntally exhausted, without any other anomalies.
After just a short rest, they returned to normal.
As if addicted, they imdiately plunged into the next imaginative construction.
"I understand now, imaginative replication is like ten thousand Immortals painting together! After all, everyone’s mories are different, and naturally, there are discrepancies in mories of the Immortal World’s scenes."
"And this yellow crystal can record and compare all our imaginative mories. The completely identical parts can then serve as the foundational basis for constructable imagination!"
Having survived the Great Calamity that destroyed the Immortal World, the Group of Immortals led by Guang Wu were no fools. Very soon, they deciphered the fundantal logic behind [Imagination] operations.
Hence, they beca even more excited.
After all, being able to personally draw the strokes that recreate one’s hotown is truly an honor.
Everyone was like this, so naturally, Xing Fu couldn’t just stand by idly.
He projected his Divine Sense into the yellow crystal above the heavens, recalling the various details of the old Immortal World.
He didn’t need to consider how to construct the imagination, as the warm glow of the yellow crystal would guide everything.
Like a natural outco, a scene from the past leaped onto the paper.
Gazing at his work, after a mont, Xing Fu noticed countless overlaps appearing at the top and bottom of the painting.
All these paintings depicted the sa scene.
Yet they each had slight differences.
Under flashes of light, these paintings began to be compressed and rged together.
All the repeating lines in the paintings were preserved.
While their respective "differences" were erased.
Ultimately, Xing Fu’s extensive masterpiece ended up being reduced to just a few strokes.
It transford into an inconspicuous speck of light, rging into the yellow crystal above.
As the beam of light was absorbed, a thread of Xing Fu’s internal power also seed to be drawn out.
Upon carefully savoring the vanished part, Xing Fu realized it was neither immortal power, physical strength, nor Divine Soul.
Rather, it was an indescribable and enigmatic source of power closely related to [Imagination].
"It seems the Realm of Life and Death indeed harbors no malice."
"It is genuinely striving to reconstruct the possibilities erased in the past."
"Of course, this is just a preliminary conclusion."
Within the Realm of Life and Death, there was no specific tric of contribution.
No matter how many tis imagination was constructed, there would be no additional rewards.
It all depended on one’s own ardent drive.
The majority of True Immortals, after attempting several tis, lost motivation and beca uninterested.
They settled down in a place within the reconstructed Immortal Realm Star Domain to make a ho and simply pursued their own cultivation.
Only a very few, dedicating all their efforts, contributed their imaginative powers periodically.
Not for any other reason.
Just hoping to contribute to the reconstruction of their hotown.
Xing Fu was also among them.
Ti flowed by day after day.
Since their arrival, Jiu Xuan and the other beings of the Realm of Life and Death had not appeared again.
Gradually, people seed almost to forget them.
Almost subconsciously, they began to regard this place as their forr Immortal World hotown.
Only those True Immortals who engaged from ti to ti in the construction of imagination still rembered the real situation here.
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It was quickly corrected. Sorry.
As if addicted, they imdiately plunged into the next imaginative construction.
"I understand now, imaginative replication is like ten thousand Immortals painting together! After all, everyone’s mories are different, and naturally, there are discrepancies in mories of the Immortal World’s scenes."
"And this yellow crystal can record and compare all our imaginative mories. The completely identical parts can then serve as the foundational basis for constructable imagination!"
Having survived the Great Calamity that destroyed the Immortal World, the Group of Immortals led by Guang Wu were no fools. Very soon, they deciphered the fundantal logic behind [Imagination] operations.
Hence, they beca even more excited.
After all, being able to personally draw the strokes that recreate one’s hotown is truly an honor.
Everyone was like this, so naturally, Xing Fu couldn’t just stand by idly.
He projected his Divine Sense into the yellow crystal above the heavens, recalling the various details of the old Immortal World.
He didn’t need to consider how to construct the imagination, as the warm glow of the yellow crystal would guide everything.
Like a natural outco, a scene from the past leaped onto the paper.
Gazing at his work, after a mont, Xing Fu noticed countless overlaps appearing at the top and bottom of the painting.
All these paintings depicted the sa scene.
Yet they each had slight differences.
Under flashes of light, these paintings began to be compressed and rged together.
All the repeating lines in the paintings were preserved.
While their respective "differences" were erased.
Ultimately, Xing Fu’s extensive masterpiece ended up being reduced to just a few strokes.
It transford into an inconspicuous speck of light, rging into the yellow crystal above.
As the beam of light was absorbed, a thread of Xing Fu’s internal power also seed to be drawn out.
Upon carefully savoring the vanished part, Xing Fu realized it was neither immortal power, physical strength, nor Divine Soul.
Rather, it was an indescribable and enigmatic source of power closely related to [Imagination].
"It seems the Realm of Life and Death indeed harbors no malice."
"It is genuinely striving to reconstruct the possibilities erased in the past."
"Of course, this is just a preliminary conclusion."
Within the Realm of Life and Death, there was no specific tric of contribution.
No matter how many tis imagination was constructed, there would be no additional rewards.
It all depended on one’s own ardent drive.
The majority of True Immortals, after attempting several tis, lost motivation and beca uninterested.
They settled down in a place within the reconstructed Immortal Realm Star Domain to make a ho and simply pursued their own cultivation.
Only a very few, dedicating all their efforts, contributed their imaginative powers periodically.
Not for any other reason.
Just hoping to contribute to the reconstruction of their hotown.
Xing Fu was also among them.
Ti flowed by day after day.
Since their arrival, Jiu Xuan and the other beings of the Realm of Life and Death had not appeared again.
Gradually, people seed almost to forget them.
Also, they almost subconciously began to regard this place as their forr Immortal howorld.
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