Tatamu served him carefully, but the person being served was not so calm. It was not Wang Zhong, but Simba. He was also soaked in the potion. The warmth was very comfortable, and it even had a little anesthetic effect, making Simba feel light-headed. However, he quickly woke up, giving Simba a shock. It hurriedly shook off the feeling of being immersed in the potion. Instead, it roused its spirit and continuously called out to Wang Zhong in its consciousness. It was making its final effort. It did not want to be inexplicably stripped off by these two aliens.
"Lao Wang! Lao Wang! I'm going to die. Why aren't you awake yet?! "Simba was about to cry.
Damn, it was too terrifying!
This room was already gloomy. Looking at the various corpses soaked in bottles and jars around him, as well as the empty skins hanging on the wall … Simba felt that if he was peeled off and returned to his clown form, these two evil, perverted baddies would definitely peel off his skin and hang it in the most conspicuous place in the room. Who asked him to have such a distinct and outstanding appearance?!
"Lao Wang! If you don't wake up, I'll stab your a * s! "
"Lao Wang, your Scarlet is in danger!"
"Okay, Lao Wang, what happened just now was fake … But your Simba is about to be peeled off. This is definitely real! Sob sob sob sob, I beg you, quickly wake up, Big Brother! "
"Brainless, masochist, sweetheart, big idiot, all of you, come and save me!"
Simba was desperate. The brainless Headless Horseman was the Headless Horseman, the masochist was Salamander, as he always tied himself with a chain, the sweetheart was naturally Alice, and the big idiot was Big White. Although they were all injured, other than the Headless Horseman, Simba could still sense the other three before he fainted. But now, Wang Zhong was no longer conscious, and Simba could not sense their existence.
In any case, no matter how earth-shattering Simba's shouts were in his Soul Sea, Lao Wang and his companions remained calm and did not respond at all. Simba was the only one in his consciousness, howling in despair.
A few tubes were inserted in different parts of Wang Zhong's body. Other than using his eyes to observe, there were also instruments helping to analyze the various body indexes. Tatamu was also observing and recording the data from the instruments. This human who was on the verge of death was quickly healed, and his body's various data returned to the normal level of a healthy human, but he still did not wake up.
There was an instrument inserted in his head that was used to observe soul consciousness, and the results were very interesting. Every ten minutes, the instrument could observe about 'one microgram' of consciousness energy, but … this result was even stranger than not seeing anything at all. even an extremely weak ant's soul consciousness could produce hundreds of millions of micrograms of soul consciousness fluctuations every second. What the hell was this' one microgram 'reaction every ten minutes? Such a weak consciousness could not exist at all. and should. and should not exist at all.
Even if his soul had dissipated, it could still be observed. No matter how weak he was, he still existed. But if one said that he was normal, such a weak reaction was simply unheard of. What was the difference between him and a corpse? If it were not for this extremely precise instrument, even a Warlock Saint as strong as his master would not be able to sense the other party's soul consciousness.
Wang Zhong was dragged out of the potion and placed back on the experimental table. His injuries had been healed, and the potion was no longer needed. However, this strange soul consciousness was puzzling.
"Use 100 fluorinated bioelectricity to stimulate his brain," Sauron ordered. He was an expert in the soul.
Tatamu immediately did as he was told. This laboratory had the most complete set of experimental instruments in the entire Mizobudapi World. They had been accumulated by Sauron's master for hundreds of years, and many of them were personally invented by Sauron.
Two thick fleshy tubes were connected to Wang Zhong's head. Unlike the electric current that humans understood, bioelectricity was actually a form of existence of soul consciousness. Humans' research in this area was rather backward, and it was difficult for them to even observe it. However, the Octopus people could already control such power.
The two fleshy tubes kept wriggling, and masses of things were injected into Wang Zhong's brain through them.
The 'corpse' seemed to react to the injection of these energies. Either its fingers moved slightly, or its nerves twitched slightly, but it was only for a moment.
"Let me try to separate the soul."
Sauron muttered to himself. In the end, he decided to do it himself. It was very troublesome, but to a Warlock Saint who had studied various creatures and souls for hundreds of years, there were too many ways to deal with souls. Didn't this human only have a little remnant of his soul? Sauron didn't believe it. He wanted to peel off this little remnant of his soul and see what it was.
The tentacles on Sauron's head began to shine, and the Warlock Saint's powerful soul consciousness instantly enveloped the entire room. Tatamu, who was beside him, was already trembling and lying on the ground. It wanted to kneel and imitate the Octopus people's movements to express its inner reverence and fear. Such movements were very cool, but it was a pity that the Polylegs' legs were soft, and they couldn't kneel properly.
Thus, they could only spread out and lie on the ground. Sauron closed his eyes, but his body floated off the ground on its own. Traces of fluorescence were emitted from his glowing tentacles, and they were like silk threads that came into contact with Wang Zhong's body. The strength and brightness of the soul that he emitted were indeed much stronger than that of a Sword Saint. A massive arcane array was formed and continued to spread, sweeping towards the castle dimension. Many living beings that were swept by it immediately went limp and fell to the ground.
Arcane intent — Soul Detaching Technique!
A halo of energy was seeping in, and a strange voice came from the soul, as if it was calling.
Come … Come … Come …
In the lonely world of energy structures, Wang Zhong's lonely consciousness was wandering. He couldn't remember how long he had been here. In such a world, time had almost lost its meaning. There were no timelines to refer to, nor was there any perception of time being long or short. There was only endless loneliness and emptiness. Wang Zhong, who was bored, had observed the strange energy structure to his heart's content.
None of the subtle changes in the entire energy structure could escape his observation. His consciousness could even freely shuttle in and out of the energy structure, and the phenomenon of turning off the lights would no longer occur. However, to be honest, a normal person would have already collapsed from this kind of loneliness, but what Wang Zhong experienced the most was loneliness. In the past, he had no hope, but now he had a goal and hope. He was even more determined. He believed that as long as he was alive, there would be a day when he could leave this place. As for his physical condition, he believed that Simba would have a way to deal with it. If he was really unlucky, it would be a form of relief.
He more or less understood the meaning of Cellular Cosmology. In fact, at this point, he had already created his own Cellular Cosmology. Fundamentally, the concept of the crazy author was correct. That was, human beings were wonderful creatures with amazing potential and had the characteristics of a 'god'. However, this characteristic was not displayed, and instead, it became a low-level civilization.
A highly malleable soul and a body that contained infinite power were separated, and human beings were unable to display their true power. Cellular Cosmology was to unify the soul and the body, or to resonate with each other.
In fact, the concept was correct, but the level of resonance was still a little low. Now, Wang Zhong had truly understood that when the soul was strong enough, it could be completely injected into the 'cells' and released the power of divinization. One could imagine the power that could be displayed.
Of course, this was the most ideal state. In reality, it was still very difficult to achieve this. However, as long as one had 10% or 20% control, it would be a qualitative leap. This was not only true in the Heroic Soul Stage. Once one entered the Heavenly Soul Stage, it would be even more terrifying. The greatest burden of the Heavenly Soul Stage was the power of the backlash accumulated when one borrowed the power of the heaven and the earth. Once one could control the power of the cells, this power of the backlash would simply be a drizzle.
Unfortunately, Lao Wang's current problem was how to reach the Heavenly Soul Stage alive. To be honest, he also wanted to communicate with the outside world. He really wanted to, and he hoped that Simba could think of a way. However, after such a long time, there was still no movement.
Perhaps the heavens seemed to have heard Wang Zhong's begging and sent him a voice. Furthermore, it was far more exciting than the soft 'sound of the wind'. It was the voice of a creature that spoke in the Mizobudapi language. Although the consciousness in the microscopic world did not have the support of the clown mask and could not translate it, this was not important. It did not matter what the meaning was. What was important was that the outside world was exchanging places with him. It seemed that he was not completely isolated.
The next second, Wang Zhong knew that it was very likely that he had been caught. The one who had called him should be the Warlock Saint. However, even so, Wang Zhong longed to "get out". Only by getting out would there be hope!
He tried his best to calm his emotions. His soul and consciousness were too weak now. If his emotions fluctuated too intensely, he did not know if his consciousness would immediately dissipate. Wang Zhong observed his surroundings and wanted to find the source of the voice. However, other than the boundless energy core structure, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness around him. There was no channel that could transmit the voice.
However, the voice did not give up. Instead, it gradually became louder and clearer. There was a certain penetrating power in it.
Finally, "wind" appeared in the vast expanse of whiteness in the background of the energy structure. The world of energy had never been solid. Where did this wind come from? It was obvious that the other end of the wind was the exit. The originally sealed world had been forcefully knocked on by the outside world, and a path had been created.
Was this a path that led to the outside world?!
Wang Zhong suppressed the excitement in his heart and instinctively wanted to follow this path to get out. However, his consciousness was simply too scattered. It was so scattered that Wang Zhong was afraid that it would dissipate before he could get out. The return journey would be equally dangerous!
He had to wait for it to become clearer!
However, this seemed to be the limit of the penetrating power of the voice. The path was no longer clear, and the voice slowly stopped. It seemed as if the outside world had given up.
The Warlock Saint, who was in the air, was sweating profusely. There were only a few people in the entire Mizobudapi World who had such top-notch Soul Control. Perhaps there were people who had stronger combat power than him, but in terms of Soul Control, he was the greatest. He believed that the soul was the origin. He had never encountered anyone who could compete with his secret technique. In those few moments, he even felt the existence of that human, but the other party's soul was extremely scattered. It was scattered but not chaotic. It was hidden in every part of the body, and it was integrated.
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