Chapter 977: Chapter 92: A Conscious World_2
The plan was implented swiftly.
However, to the despair of the beasts, even figures as powerful as Junlin Tang Feiji and Dark Crow vanished into the dense fog, never to return.
Three beings who were akin to gods—none of them ca back.
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After listening to Tang’s slightly clumsy explanation of everything, Tang Xian found Tang to be a decent class representative overall.
At least, the term “devour” was appropriately used.
So that afternoon, Tang Xian brought Tang along and entered the mining zone as if it were just another ordinary day, leaving behind only a single letter.
The letter wasn’t cramd with instructions for people to ntally dissect and infer his posthumous affairs.
Tang Xian had thought about it—a waste of ink, much like wasting phone credit.
So he left just one line, understated and simple:
“I’m off to the mining zone to settle so matters. Don’t worry; we’ll et again soon.”
This sentence wasn’t addressed to anyone specifically, leading Li Xiaoyu to interpret it as a casual farewell to the people of Baichuan City before taking care of so trivial tasks.
But then Li Xiaoyu felt sothing was amiss.
If it were truly trivial, would Tang Xian bother leaving a letter?
The contradiction tugged at Li Xiaoyu’s unease, prompting her to ask Qi Yuan.
In Li Xiaoyu’s mind, the young girl Wanzi was no ordinary child and seed quite close to Tang Xian. She might have so clues.
Qi Yuan now had her own room, filled with books—not ones with academic discourse, but books focusing on researching human emotions.
Qi Yuan glanced at the letter and linked it to certain thoughts.
Then, almost habitually, she quipped:
“It’s not like you can’t live without a man. It’s not his first ti in the mining zone. What’s the big deal about him acting odd once in a while?”
Li Xiaoyu realized that the little Wanzi always had sharp words for everyone except Tang Xian.
She didn’t mind and replied:
“Are you sure there’s absolutely no danger?”
“Does the mining zone feel safe to you? Quit being so spineless. He already said you’ll see him soon.”
“True. Sorry for bothering you.” Li Xiaoyu wasn’t sure why she couldn’t muster anger toward this child.
She rely felt that the na Tang Wanzi was unfitting; Tang Duidui seed more appropriate.
After Li Xiaoyu left, Qi Yuan’s brows furrowed deeper.
She hadn’t anticipated the mining zone’s anomalies coming so swiftly.
Still, Tang Xian’s words weren’t wrong.
If Tang Xian succeeded, they’d et again soon.
If Tang Xian failed, they’d still et again soon.
Just in a different place.
“Tang Duidui” resud her book research—an ancient text she’d recovered, titled the New Four Great Classics: *Facing*, *Positioning*, *Emotional Intelligence*, and one unntionable phrase.
She was currently imrsed in *Emotional Intelligence*, trying to learn how to beco an articulate, emotionally intelligent young girl.
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The mining zone.
Tang Xian and Tang entered a fog-enshrouded area within the zone.
The teleportation rift continued fulfilling its purpose, despite this place technically no longer existing within absolute reality.
The world within the fog—Tang Xian knew it all too well.
This was the Eden ruins.
Originally, the Eden ruins were rely a part outside the sanctuary.
But now, the Eden ruins seed to encompass the entire world.
Tang didn’t even have ti to cry out before his eyes dulled, his entire being stripped of his soul, standing motionless like a statue.
Tang Xian glanced at his own hands before peering southward, unable to see the end of the dense fog.
“Looks like Tang has already fallen under its spell.”
Tang Xian was sowhat regretful, though he had long known Tang wouldn’t be able to battle alongside him.
After all, Tang possessed the trait of transforming into a humanoid.
If Qi Yuan’s mories were genuine, then Eden’s ruler’s plan had reached its final stages.
Any sea beast entering this zone, as long as they had undergone modifications by Eden’s ruler, would completely lose consciousness.
Because their consciousness had already been sealed away by Eden’s ruler. In this kingdom-like world, beasts that weren’t humanoid weren’t likely to escape either.
It all unfolded as Tang Xian witnessed.
The world was gradually being distorted by Eden’s ruler’s will.
In the past, the world lacked rules entirely, devoid of aesthetic harmony.
Now, however, the scenery before Tang Xian was an astonishingly picturesque world.
Forests, deserts, rivers, mountains, and oceans—all divided into countless rectangular regions.
The world had beco segnted into myriad blocks, resembling a chessboard, or perhaps an ancient sandbox ga.
An unconscious universe created a chaotic, unstructured world—an extre of one kind.
anwhile, Eden’s ruler-crafted world adhered to rigid rules—an extre of another.
Eden’s ruler hadn’t yet stripped the consciousness of beasts unable to transform into humanoid forms.
To the ruler, such beings posed no threat.
Those whose consciousness had been seized, like Tang, remained frozen in place.
Tang Xian, however, was unaffected.
He was no re biological entity—he was an arbiter of order.
Surrounding sea birds, airborne colossal beasts, schools of fish within the matrix-like sea—all these creatures were active, retaining their consciousness yet limited in intelligence, unaware that this world had beco soone’s private possession.
They attempted to escape, only to circle back to where they started.
Watching this scene, Tang Xian laughed.
Perhaps, in the beasts’ perspective, they too were reliving the experiences Tang Xian had gone through.
It had taken Tang Xian two years to leave the sanctuary for the ruins. Qi Yuan, on the other hand, had only taken twenty days.
This discrepancy highlighted the gap in computational prowess, in viewing the very fabric of the world differently.
This was the outermost edge of the ruins, still newly influenced by Eden’s ruler’s will, with minimal changes.
But for beasts lacking advanced intellect, it was already an inescapable hell.
Perhaps in their quest to find more paths, they’d slowly relinquish fragnts of their mory.
But Tang Xian had no need for that; he could already see the world’s countless matrices interlocked. Eden’s kingdom bore structural similarities to Qi Yuan’s, though the environnt differed.
This was Eden’s ruler’s blueprint.
To transform this world into a conscious domain entirely of its own design.
Tang Xian weaved through matrix upon matrix, his goal and destination already clear in his mind.
As he progressed, Tang Xian encountered Dark Crow and Tang Feiji but not Junlin.
It was then that he rembered—Junlin, though biologically crafted, seed purposely designed by Gu Yin to lack humanoid transformation abilities.
Which ant its consciousness wouldn’t be seized by Eden’s ruler.
Instead, it was trapped within a maze, where it would steadily surrender fragnts of its mory.
Tang Xian halted, extending his Divine Sense to search for Junlin and rescue him from this confinent.
Though this realm wasn’t entirely real, it wasn’t purely illusory either; killing soone here ensured genuine death.
Junlin was a combat asset Tang Xian could not afford to lose.
Soon, within a rectangular valley, Tang Xian found Junlin.
Junlin was struggling within illusions, its path differing from Tang Xian’s road markers.
Although Junlin too searched for an exit route, the valley as seen through its eyes was filled with massive stone gates—barriers, colossal obstacles barring its escape.
It lacked the strength to breach the deepest barriers on its own, forced to sacrifice fragnts of mory in exchange for greater power.
Tang Xian foresaw the end result: if Junlin stayed here, it would end up like Tang Xian, clinging to a mory it could never forget, endlessly guarding a road marker in despair. The sole difference being Junlin would likely guard a stone gate.
Calculating tilines, Tang Xian noted the discrepancy between real-world ti and the Eden ruins, surmising Junlin had persisted for a month already—a far cry from his own two-year ordeal. This was rely the beginning.
Without hesitation, Tang Xian descended like a deity, breaking into Junlin’s realm.
Seeing Tang Xian appear, Junlin imdiately mistook him for Eden’s ruler and, without so much as uttering a word, unleashed a devastating punch—similar to the offensive it’d used against the Red Emperor.
Tang Xian frowned:
“That temper of yours; I really ought to introduce you to Tang Wanzi.”
Effortlessly countering Junlin’s attack, Tang Xian said seriously:
“Ti is short, so I’ll be brief. I’m Tang Xian—authentic and undiluted.”
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