The immortal soul is at the core of the sea of consciousness, blooming with dazzling light, like an immortal treasure that has been brewing for thousands of years.
But the sea of consciousness is vast.
When Lin Xi really entered it, he realized that it felt completely different from when he entered the consciousness of ordinary monks or even Yuanshen monks.
The sea of consciousness of ordinary monks is composed of a few profound and mostly chaotic, hazy and messy memories.
The consciousness sea of Yuanshen monks will be more vast and broader, but the composition form will still be similar.
However, the sea of consciousness of a true immortal is completely different.
Lin Xi shuttles through the torrent of extremely profound, vivid and detailed memories in every frame and scene, as if he has entered a long and fulfilling real-life story.
The maze of memories that spanned tens of thousands of years blocked Lin Xi's perspective.
The originally clear, bright, and dazzling fairy soul slowly disappeared and fell into the complicated memories, hiding within them.
"Please?"
"real?"
"Are you kidding me?" Lin Xi looked around and saw towering ancient trees and high mountains... It no longer looked like a sea of consciousness, but like the real world.
But when Lin Xi observed the surroundings with his magic eyes, he saw clearly that everything around him was made up of pieces of flowing memories that were connected, intersected, matched and combined by themselves.
However, the immortal soul disappeared.
Even Lin Xi's magic eyes couldn't see through these layers of memory blockades and find the location of the immortal soul.
"There is still this level! Even though I have successively broken the self-confidence, pride, and courage of living of the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas...but he still has the instinct to survive. And the memory that emerges from the True Immortal's soul is true And specific.”
"Assuming that the memory of a mortal is like ethereal smoke, then the memory of a true immortal is like flowing water. It seems to be flowing endlessly and cannot be grasped, but the memory of a true immortal is 'real'." Lin Xi felt something in his heart.
But to find the true location of the immortal soul from these ten thousand years of memory is simply more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
The psychological trauma caused by Lin Xi to the True Immortal of Shan Hai is not irreversible.
As long as you give him a certain amount of time, he can slowly get back the lost confidence, the lost courage, and everything he has lost.
In other words, Lin Xi must dig out the immortal soul in this huge thinking world composed of the vast sea of real memories in an extremely short period of time.
"Haha! It seems that the Lord of Kuangshi City has set him up."
"He confessed some things frankly, but he concealed such a key..." Lin Xi smiled bitterly, but he also knew that it was definitely not the time to complain.
Looking around again, he still stood without moving.
When you want to find something, the more you rush and rummage without purpose, the more you can't find it, and the more you rush for time, the more time waits for you.
Therefore, calm thinking, careful recall, and keen observation are the real ways to solve problems.
"The current Shanhai True Immortal has lost his ability to make subjective judgments. All defensive behaviors originate from the instinct of life."
"So, when memories become the sea and memories are like the real world, his immortal soul will hide in his memory, where he feels the safest."
"Then which place is the safest for the True Immortal of the Mountains and Seas?" Lin Xi's magic eye shined.
The world composed of memories passed by his eyes quickly and clearly.
Lin Xi stepped out and entered an ordinary village.
Taking another step, Lin Xi entered an ordinary cabin.
In the small house, the young Shanhai Zhenxian opened his eyes dimly.
He looked around in surprise.
Opening the door, I saw a distant and unfamiliar figure, yet familiar in my memory, cooking in the kitchen.
The smell of rice mixed with the smell of burning firewood coming from the kitchen filled the air, and the young Shanhai Zhenxian's eyes turned red in an instant.
My father's shout seemed to be heard in the distance.
"Baby! Go and bring our cow back..."
"I see, are you going to use the warmth of your memory to heal the scars in your heart?" Lin Xi did not hesitate and rushed directly towards the young mountain and sea immortal.
puff!
The memories that were real but illusory after all were broken and scattered.
The immortal soul escaped...
Lin Xi didn't catch it.
Lin Xi was not discouraged. He had found the pattern and caught the traces.
Another step forward.
This time, it seemed that he had entered a cave.
Although the difference is huge, there is still a hint of the mountains, seas, caves and sky.
However, this is a small cave that can almost be seen to the end at a glance.
On the top of the bare mountain, there are three or five ordinary wooden buildings.
And an old monk who was no longer in the Nascent Soul stage was sitting under the peach tree in front of the wooden building, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and scolding a few young girls not far away.
The boys and girls are practicing external skills in a similar manner.
But they always wink at each other and play tricks.
This time, Lin Xi did not hesitate.
He pounced directly on the most familiar boy.
In an instant, the old monk also moved.
He was only in the Nascent Soul stage, but he suddenly burst out with extremely strong momentum.
The power that seemed to reach heaven and earth seemed to directly shake Lin Xi out of the sea of consciousness.
"Is the master of the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas so powerful?"
"No! This is the impression Shanhai True Immortal has of his master in his memory. In this impression... his master should be invincible, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, protecting him from wind and rain."
Lin Xi turned away a large amount of negative emotions and dispersed them into the sea of consciousness.
So at the same moment that the old monk, who could not see the Nascent Soul stage, rushed toward him, a black-robed Taoist with a perverse expression, a gloomy expression, and two long beards appeared at the side, and then raised his palm towards the old monk. The monk called.
Although he was not as strong as the old monk showed, his palm seriously injured the old monk.
Everything is the evolution of memory on its own, and Lin Xi just provided some guidance.
Perhaps, the master of Shanhai Zhenxian died in the hands of this shadowy monk.
Lin Xi turned himself into a bright, warm fog that looked like sunshine.
Then, it fell lightly on the body of the mountain and sea immortal when he was a young boy studying art.
Buzz!
Finally, Lin Xi felt it.
I felt that fatal, immeasurable power.
He wanted to swallow up this abundant, full, and powerful soul like a snake swallowing an elephant.
Even if it is so difficult, it is because this group of souls has almost no resistance or resistance.
Lin Xi could conclude that if this group of souls was determined to resist, his demonic body would be shattered in an instant.
Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.
No matter how anxious and urgent Lin Xi is, he can't act recklessly.
He wants to infect, exaggerate, replace, and then completely devour it.
At this time, the memory flowing like water is rushing like a river and roaring like the sea in the world of consciousness.
The true immortal of mountains and seas...the first time he was born, the poverty and warm life in his childhood, the ignorant practice in his youth, and the running for his life in his youth...
All of this was presented in Lin Xi's mind without any obstacles and with incomparable clarity.
It was as if Lin Xi had experienced all this.
He... is the true immortal of mountains and seas.
He is... Chen Dahai.
And his master's name is Mo Wenshan.
