What does it feel like to have your soul stirred up? The world was spinning, all the internal organs were burning, and the pain was so painful... Ningxia thought that the most painful thing in life was this. At least for her, it was really unbearable.
The pain people feel generally comes from the body. People often cannot bear the pain of the body, let alone the synaesthesia from the soul.
The physical body and the soul are two different existences, independent of each other but interdependent. If one of the two is missing, the person is not alive, so the two are closely related and inseparable.
The body is in the form, and the soul is in the void. The former is visible, knowable and touchable, while the latter is intangible and indescribable. Therefore, in human society, generally speaking, the death of the physical body is the end of life. As for something as illusory as a divine soul, it is generally difficult for ordinary people to trace its whereabouts, and it can only be regarded as a legend.
However, monks are not ordinary people. Probably no one in the human group knows better than them what kind of existence the soul is. In the world of cultivation, even novice monks know the importance of the soul, and they unconsciously improve this internal power through accumulated practice.
However, although he knows a little more than ordinary people, he dare not say that he has completely mastered the mystery of the soul.
Ningxia is one of the ordinary people. Her understanding of the soul is at best limited to the modern concept of "conscious subject."
This thing doesn't even have a physical body, so why does it hurt? Ningxia could not believe it before and had no chance to experience it. However, she is now in the world of cultivation. After several years of experience, she can say with certainty that the soul will really feel pain and injury, and it will only be more severe than the physical injury.
She has experienced varying degrees of soul damage in various adventures before, linear, collision and even tearing. To be honest, each has its own "flavor", and those who have survived are all Hanzhi.
However, compared to what was happening now, it was simply the difference between drizzle and downpour. Ning Xia wanted to say... No, she didn't want to say it. For a moment, she really felt that it would be better to die like this.
Ningxia once watched a modern movie in which there was a black technology that could quantize the human body and move it to another place out of thin air just like the network transmits data.
At that time, many children thought it was cool, but she was not included. Her first thought at the time was... God, if there is a problem with the transportation route, will the people who come out be missing arms or legs, or their heads and bodies will be mismatched.
At that time, a layer of fear arose in her heart, a fear of the unknown, a fear of this kind of violation of ethics that would fragment human existence. She didn't understand why they had this idea and why everyone admired this technology.
Isn’t it good to be an honest person? I can't think of anything to do but have to change the nature of my own species to cater to the so-called research.
Are beings that are quantized and then successfully transported through some kind of "network" really human beings? Who can guarantee that the body after coming out will be occupied by some kind of inhuman consciousness? Who knows whether such a method that violates human ethics will ultimately bring new technology to mankind or destroy it?
Ningxia does not question the spirit of scientific research, but it is difficult to understand the idea that "everything can be dissected."
Of course, it could also be because she is just a layperson. She is not a philosopher, and she really can't come up with one, two, three or four persuasive reasons.
But now, until this moment, she seems to be able to really say one, two, three, four, five. Because at this moment she is also objectively experiencing a "quantization" in the world of cultivation.
Is the human soul denser or the spiritual power denser? Ning Xia said that she was really qualified to express herself at this moment. Of course...the density of spiritual power is high! ! !
Why is this thing so tough? ! Ningxia was almost crying.
Throwing herself into the torrent of spiritual power, Ning Xia felt that her soul had been "washed" inside and out. These spiritual powers that once brought her infinite strength and gave her earth-shaking power now revealed its majestic innermost qualities.
The aura of heaven and earth is the natural force born from heaven and earth. Why do humans think they can control it at will? From beginning to end, it was just what the monks thought.
They originate from heaven and earth, are summoned by the human body and come to the body, flowing along their spiritual veins, unknowingly transforming the monks' meridians, and step by step advancing the barriers and potential of the mortal body. All monks start by acquiring more spiritual power.
But who can say that he has really refined his spiritual power? If the so-called refining is to incorporate it into the spiritual veins, guide it to run on fixed meridian routes, and expand the potential of the body step by step, then it has indeed done it.
But is this refining? Refining exists, but where does "transformation" begin? There is no way to transform spiritual power at all. This is simply a power that cannot be truly refined. Otherwise, the monks would not be able to easily transform it into power to bombard the enemy.
From the beginning to the end, spiritual power is just a "parasitic" power in the human body, interdependent with the monks.
The moment she rushed into the spiritual power group, Ning Xia could even feel the struggling pulse of every inch of her "skin". But the power of her soul was so fragile in the face of spiritual power, unable to struggle. Her whole body was drowned in the thorns of spiritual energy, which was just a small group of spiritual energy in her body.
She was powerless, helpless, and had nowhere to escape. All the comfort, support and strength she had at this moment turned into ashes in this overwhelming pain.
But she couldn't escape anymore.
You were destined to endure this pain from the moment you decided to join in. This is her own path.
Her current state can best be described as a wave of waves washing through the sand. She is the sand. It was overthrown time and time again in the strong waves, wasted into the most suitable shape, and then barely gathered together in the next wave. When she got to the back, she didn't know what she looked like.
No one knew whether the sand hurt, but she was really in pain now.
When will this endless pain end?
Why is her consciousness so clear even though it hurts so much? Experience all the pain and process clearly, and be clearly immersed in this huge wave of spiritual power. This terrible feeling is enough to destroy a person's will, because you can't predict when this pain will end.
Now, the only thing that makes her feel relieved is probably...that someone is still with her.
She is not alone. She knew it.
The man held her shoulders and comforted her softly, although she had no time to be distracted and listen. The warm fingertips pinched her shoulders, tightly, and flowed into her chest little by little along the palm, soothing her panicked heart.
Calling every word, every byte carries the power of belief. The other party seems to think that she can survive all the difficulties...even if she doesn't know whether she can survive it.
...Maybe she can actually get through this.
