Chapter 1022: Chapter 37: Enchanting Mists and the Clarity of Water’s Reflection (Part 4)_2
“I didn’t!” Qin Qianbai emphasized loudly.
“How could you have brought it out if you didn’t have it, conjuring sothing out of nothing? It’s a pity you don’t practice Spiritual Image Skill when you can cause visions in the fog!”
Qin Qianbai was startled at the careless remark. If this mist was all false illusions, then where did these falsehoods co from? Why could she always see what Shiyu Ling could not…
Where did the Charming Mist co from to “charm” people?
“Troubles beside you, yet you can’t see the Charming Mist…”
Qin Qianbai suddenly rembered the confused girl she had just bid farewell to. Lost in thought, she pushed open the car door and stepped into the fog.
“What are you doing?” Shiyu Ling exclaid in surprise.
“I want to see the mist.”
The blue mist evolved into various illusions, and she did not interrupt, slowly walking into the depths of the Charming Mist.
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At the sa mont, another car was also driving through the fog. There were no tiny bugs of worry in this car, so the Charming Mist always appeared, capturing the girl in the front seat’s interest.
“So interesting,” said the girl with colorful hair, “You have a lot of ‘’s.”
The just-ended illusion of Qiluo, in the Charming Mist, the idol girl was a world-famous pop star by day and a caped crusader by night, wearing a sexy catsuit and scaling walls, flirting with a gray-haired gentleman after changing outfits. In reality, Qiluo was vigorously shaking Gongsun Ce’s shoulders, speaking rapidly, “Forget, forget, forget, forget!”
“Isn’t this, ah, just typical, ah, Charming Mist!” Gongsun Ce declared righteously, “Compared to my Charming Mist where I crossed into a super robot ani as the protagonist, it’s already quite reasonable, isn’t it!”
“Ce, why did you make a scientist designing robots?” Dawn Knight inquired curiously.
“I think you suit this intellectual role… damn it, let’s not talk about the Charming Mist anymore, okay!” Gongsun Ce lanted, “By the way, why can’t you two see any of the Charming Mist, it’s always and Qiluo being exposed?”
“Protest the sa!” Qiluo said indignantly, “I want to see Alandia’s illusion!”
“Maybe it’s because I have no self that needs recognition.” Alandia’s tone was ambiguous.
Self, Alandia also ntioned this concept. Gongsun Ce couldn’t help but ponder. He knew clearly these charmings mists were not illusions because, holding the Netherworld Eyes, he could see the images within. But what puzzled him greatly was that he didn’t see any imagined scenes of his own.
Gongsun Ce thought he would see a vision of himself going back in ti to undo past tragedies, or see a childish scene of becoming the world’s number one, or simply indecent scenes with lovers. But in fact, the Charming Mist only showed him trivial daydream-like scenarios. Before the ani protagonist’s Charming Mist, Gongsun Ce saw himself playing poker with Yan Qi, and before that, he envisioned opening a café beside his high school.
“What’s so captivating about this?” Gongsun Ce was utterly baffled, “Is my heart so pure?”
They continued forward, witnessing new illusions. This ti, the Charming Mist was especially realistic, even allowing them to feel the cold. A woman with black hair and black clothes erged from the flas, sincerely apologizing to Gongsun Ce in the mist.
“I’m very sorry. It was my mistake,” the Silent King in the fog said.
Quick as lightning, Gongsun Ce invoked Telekinesis to summon a fierce wind to dispel the Charming Mist, causing the girl with rainbow-colored hair to laugh and roll on her seat. Qiluo’s gaze snapped to alert: “Gongsun Ce, who is she?”
“Soone you’d better not know,” Gongsun Ce patted her head seriously, “Erase the mory of these few seconds and all related records, listen to .”
“Oh, okay, okay.”
Qiluo obediently deleted the mory as requested, while Gongsun Ce fell into deep thought, analyzing each scene in the mist one by one.
Becoming an ani protagonist, that’s sothing every otaku has entertained thoughts of; opening a café as a small business owner, he had jokingly considered this with a friend; playing poker with Yan Qi… he admitted that he regarded the man as an elder and occasionally wanted to have so exchanges beyond training with him; the final Silent King wasn’t to be spoken of, nearly driving him mad, by all rights, he needed an apology…
These were all pursuits of Gongsun Ce, his thoughts, his other side. The visions the Charming Mist presented were not fabricated falsehoods, but genuine reflections born of the heart, facets Gongsun Ce had overlooked.
Realizing this, Gongsun Ce felt a sudden enlightennt, experiencing again that feeling of scattering into countless ashes, but this ti with a different understanding. Each fragnt of ash represented a different aspect of him, each reflecting different pursuits, and if allowed to scatter freely, countless “’s” would completely rge into sothing greater, and at that point, there would no longer be a “”…
“Ce, imagine a form for yourself,” Dawn Knight’s voice ca from a distant place, “Recognize yourself.”
Gongsun Ce’s consciousness plunged into the depths of his psyche, returning to the temple that enshrined the Spirit Light, staring at the mass of gray flas. Recognition. Who am I? What is Gongsun Ce?
I am not the fla.
I am human.
Suddenly, the flickering Nirvana Fla surged violently, its torrential blaze reaching the do as if aiming to engulf the temple, wild and ferocious. Gongsun Ce extended his hand toward the fire to construct a new self-recognition. The Spirit Light is part of , yet it needs a form distinct from mine, but it is still Gongsun Ce.
Fixate and consolidate!
Countless burning ashes surged from all sides, attaching to the surface of the gray flas, fixing the shapeless fire column into a giant humanoid. This ash figure was exceedingly rough, bearing only a basic outline, lacking features and limbs. Yet at first sight, Gongsun Ce felt an intimate connection. That was his Divine Light; every little ash was fused within the Nirvana Fla, leaving no trace of any tiny “.”
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