Although it is said to be tested, it actually does not require any equipment.
Wei Zeshu obeyed the arrangement and sat there obediently. After a while, he could feel an indescribable intangible thing.
If it is described as a gas, it seems to be more concrete. If it is described as a liquid, it seems to have no specific feeling.
When he felt them, Wei Curcuma felt a distinct throbbing deep in his soul, which convinced him that this inexplicable feeling was the so-called "soul pressure."
But...is this kind of soul pressure really something humans can have?
Wei Zeshu felt that the soul pressure from Zhenjun Xuanyuan seemed to be endless, more majestic than rivers, and more boundless than the ocean.
Such a huge amount of soul pressure was just a drop in the ocean that he released from his body. Under the control of Zhenjun, it became gentle and calm, more delicate than the mildest water.
This kind of soul pressure washed Wei Curcuma's body and soul, analyzing his current situation meticulously.
He closed his eyes, but endless pictures emerged in his mind.
All the anomalies he had overcome and witnessed since childhood all appeared before his eyes. They roared, laughed, cried, pity, curiosity, friendliness, and despair.
Before Wei Curcuma could react, they all disappeared. He was standing on a hillside. The green grass under the hillside spread to the endless horizon. The comfortable night wind blew his body, as if from within his body. Blow through.
He saw that strange being, the black figure he had defeated in the night rain at the gymnasium, but here it was white.
It was sitting quietly on the lawn at the moment, looking up at the sky.
It seemed to have discovered Wei Curcuma, who was standing stupidly, and patted the lawn beside it, motioning for him to sit down and watch the sky with it.
Wei Zeshu did not sit down, but still stood. He discovered something that frightened him. The night sky in this world is so colorful, and it is not just night and starlight.
Orange, purple, blue, black, white, all the nebulae filled the sky, as if I was suddenly thrown into the center of the entire universe.
Wei Zeshu stared blankly at the dizzying content.
Wei Zeshu seemed to see a long river made of swords and steel, a dim shadow, and a lonely and huge moon hanging above it.
I saw a pink flower that was almost withered, I didn’t know the name, and I had never seen it before.
Finally, he saw a point.
The point was infinitesimal at first, but in an instant it seemed infinite.
It obscured everything, and only then did Wei Curcuma know that the white being looked up, not to look at the starry sky.
What it is always looking at is always that point.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like a moment passed.
The moment he saw the infinitely large and infinitely small particle, Wei Curcuma's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, breaking away from that mysterious state.
In an instant, sweat seemed to have opened a floodgate, seeping out from the pores all over his body. He was already soaked in a breath, and the back of his thin black clothes was soaked with sweat. Close to his back.
Only three minutes have passed since the start.
"What do you see?"
Zhenjun's voice came, but in Wei Curcuma's ears, it was not very clear, as if it was separated by a layer of water, which was quite blurry.
"I saw a point, an infinitesimal and infinitely large point!"
Wei Curcuma closed his eyes and said these words almost in a roar.
As he said these words, his perception of everything around him returned to normal.
He seemed to be thrown ashore, a dried fish, and like a drowning victim, he coughed violently.
"Infinity and infinitesimal points?"
Zhenjun repeated what he said and fell into deep thought.
There is only one thing that can be described with such adjectives, and that is [source].
The question is why Wei Curcuma saw the root cause?
There was a brief silence at the top and bottom. Zhenjun waited for Wei Curcuma to return to normal before giving him a glass of water.
"I just used soul pressure to carefully check your state. It's more special than I thought."
"Yes, ahem...how special is it?"
Wei Curcuma opened his mouth and coughed a few more times involuntarily. His physical fitness had always been ridiculously strong, but now he looked like a frail patient.
"Your condition is very stable, but I don't feel soul pressure in your body."
"Isn't it normal to have no soul pressure? Ordinary people don't have it."
"No, I don't mean that your soul pressure is insignificant. I mean that there is no such thing at all."
"Anyone, as long as they are alive, no matter how small, will have soul pressure. This kind of thing is like the blood of the soul."
"Do you think it's normal for a person to be alive but not have a drop of blood in his veins?"
"..."
Wei Curcuma's hand holding the cup couldn't help but stiffen.
He can understand what Zhenjun said, but if a person can still move normally without blood, then can this person... still be called a human?
By analogy...the self who has no soul pressure but is still alive...
Still a human being?
"According to my speculation, your soul pressure does not disappear out of thin air."
"There are cracks in your body, and the innate soul pressure leaks out of your body. At this time, you are beaten by the power of the outside world. What will happen?"
Wei Zodiac followed Zhenjun's words and imagined for a while. He inexplicably imagined that a red-hot iron embryo was placed on the iron felt, and a giant hammer representing unimaginable power fell on it.
"Like... blacksmithing?"
"No, like... I'm the forged piece of iron?"
Wei Curcuma looked confused, saying "I turned out to be a piece of iron", but Zhenjun nodded appreciatively.
I have no introduction at all, I have never even taken the first class, but I am able to see the root cause just by being exposed to powerful enough soul pressure. What kind of talent is this?
How clever is it to be able to deduce the most correct metaphor from limited clues?
Zhenjun looked at the confused Wei Curcuma, and felt more and more that he was good, very good.
"Yes, you are that piece of forged iron, with your broken soul and soul pressure all seeping into your damaged and reborn body. Finally, under the influence of unimaginable external force, you are integrated into one body in an incredible way. "
"Your soul is your body, and your body is your soul."
"You may be the only special existence in the world without any soul pressure."
Zhenjun continued.
"As for your injuries, when I saw you being seriously injured at that time, I could only deduce the wrong conclusion that you could live for four or five years. Today, after you were stabilized, you checked again and the results were indeed different."
This is what Wei Curcuma is most concerned about, how long he can live.
Judging from Zhenjun's tone, it seems that he could only live for a few years before, isn't it true? There is still hope, there is still hope!
"Well...according to your current soul strength, it will take about seven or eight months."
"Can you recover in seven or eight months?"
"No, he will die in seven or eight months."
Wei Zeshu blinked blankly. If he could display his inner activities on his head, his current mood must be a big "?", or even a "!"
"?!?!???"
