May 5th, around 8 pm, the night sky of Bancheng was like the skirt of a goddess. Tonight, there was no longer a mysterious and ascetic atmosphere, but it was dyed with dazzling fireworks. Every time it swayed, there were hundreds of thousands of cold and warm colors, flowing and changing, beautiful beyond compare.
But tonight, the most dazzling thing was that it was below, not above, in the water, not in the sky.
On the south bank of Beishan Lake, a grand and gorgeous stage was set up on the floating water. The high-pitched sound of electric guitars, wrapped in the whistling of tens of thousands of fans, citizens, and tourists, suppressed the low hum of the fireworks and announced the official start of the Bancheng Music Festival.
On the embankment, the Bancheng police were facing a great enemy. Thousands of people formed a human wall to prevent fanatical fans from trampling or even falling into the lake.
At this time, the two sides and the back of the main stage were also surrounded by large and small boats. Compared to the warm atmosphere on the shore, it was not inferior at all.
"On the stage on all sides, guests from all directions, I am the first … Dazzling!"
Wang Mo, the melodic guitarist of the Mountain Stream Band, did not have his usual stuffy temperament. He desperately leaned against the side of the ship and seized the best viewing position, greedily absorbing the atmosphere of the stage.
The band that opened the music festival was undoubtedly a world-class band. Every one of them was his idol and the goal that he hoped to achieve in his dreams.
After envy, he suddenly felt bored.
"We want to go on stage! Let's go to the roadshow! "
Bassist Huang Xiangdong was already drunk. He raised his arms and shouted, which attracted the attention of the people around him, but it was rare for him to hit Wang Mo's heart.
Wang Mo sighed.
His performance was over.
Among the hundreds of bands participating in the Bancheng Music Festival, the level of Mountain Stream band could only be said to be below average. The invited performance was just a warm-up performance, and it was not the turn of the main stage. The small concert that ended two hours ago was their only performance task in Bancheng.
In fact, most of the bands participating in the music festival were like this, and then they had to find their own way out. The roadshow was not shameful, and this was the ecology of underground bands.
The problem was that the lead singer of the band was leaving tomorrow, so what was the point of playing?
"Oh, oh, oh, beauty!"
Huang Xiangdong seemed to have made a big discovery. His voice suddenly became sharp, just like his terrible high pitch.
Wang Mo was too lazy to turn his head. Instead, it was the old keyboard player Ma Lou, who was also holding a beer bottle behind him. He narrowed his slightly dazed eyes and stamped his seal.
"Tsk, a beauty in a kimono, how nice!"
"Where is it, where is it, where is it?"
The newest drummer to join the band, Jeff Lun, was small in stature, but he was a typical ADHD patient. Even in a crowd, he would jump back and forth. His vitality and curiosity were first class.
Ma Lou responded kindly, "On the right, on the shore, in a plain green kimono … Ah, what a dignified beauty."
Wang Mo curled his lips. Actually, he had also seen it. Indeed, the figure and tone of the lady in the kimono were very aesthetically pleasing. However, in the darkness of the night and under the flashing lights of the fireworks, all the scenes had their own filter effect. In the end, it was just a self-anesthesia mixed with imagination.
Compared to a lofty science student, Jeffren's brain circuits were obviously less complicated. In fact, he was already so high that he didn't know where he was.
"Right? Which is right? "
Like knew like like best. Huang Xiangdong shouted in his ear, "RIDE, RIDE!"
Jeffren instantly understood. He jumped to the shore and looked. Soon, he laughed out loud and raised his arm to shout.
"Beauty! Bijisang, onii-chan … "
Wang Mo covered his face. Perhaps it was better to just go back to Xia City! As a science student, he really couldn't stand this.
Separated by dozens of meters of water, there was also the noise of music and people. Jeffren's shouting couldn't have reached that side. However, perhaps it was a coincidence, but the lady really did turn her face. Her gaze seemed to be focused on the boat.
Jeffren was even more excited. He wished he could throw his arm out.
Wang Mo had no choice but to squeeze half a body to the side with difficulty to avoid being stepped on. As soon as he moved, he heard an "ouch". Jeffren's knee hit the railing of the boat.
However, Jeffren didn't feel any pain at all. Even the shout wasn't caused by pain, but by mental stimulation. He slammed the railing hard, his vocal cords torn.
"That, that onii-chan … Viper! Viper! "
The people around them gave him sidelong glances, thinking that this guy had indeed gone overboard. In the end, Huang Xiangdong, who was of the same kind, looked back and forth a few times before suddenly coming to a realization.
"Ahhh, that outdated actress, that crazy and arrogant Xue something!"
Jeffren slapped Huang Xiangdong on the shoulder. "That's right, that's right. It's that hypocritical woman. Last night, I searched for half the night but couldn't find that kind of film. Today, at the fan meeting … "
"She also came. I'm really grateful that she didn't scold me in front of me!"
Wang Mo and Ma Lou also looked enlightened. It was rare for the four band members to reach a consensus. They also had a deep impression of the lady in the kimono on the shore.
After all, not every "fan" would be like that person, denouncing words like "apart from the lead singer, the band members are just a collection of mediocre talents."
Moreover, even for lead singer Moya, that person's evaluation was like "rhythm is far better than voice," "temperament and appearance are more valuable," "after closing your eyes, it's guitar skills that save you and your teammates," and so on.
Under that elegant and dignified skin, there must be cold and slippery snake scales!
Wang Mo felt uncomfortable. "This woman, based on her makeup, she should go to the opera. Why did she come to listen to rock and talk nonsense about a small band like ours?"
Old Ma Lou also stayed up late last night to do his homework. "According to the information on the Internet, she does have the qualifications to be in the Baozhong Troupe."
"…"
This was a god-level figure. The school couldn't afford to offend her.
Wang Mo shrank back, but Jeffren was still there jumping. "She must be depressed! Well, maybe she's cold on the outside but warm on the inside? If I do … "
"Even if her ovaries are full of dry firewood, it's not up to you to light a spark. What are you looking at? This is a society that looks at face, regardless of gender. "
Huang Xiangdong raised his thumb and poked behind his shoulder. When he was criticizing his companions, his thoughts and sense of direction were very clear, and his emphasis was also very accurate.
"Girl, girl … Oh!" Jeffren dragged out his tone, but he was not angry. In fact, men were very tolerant of this kind of beautiful scene. He just sighed. "I've long heard that he's super popular with women. I've come to Bancheng to see for myself. Three? Four? What a waste! "
Huang Xiangdong gave him the tip of his pinky again. "Be content. She didn't attract water, otherwise, how could it be your turn?"
Jeffren was still not angry. The two men talked about high, laughed together, and then hugged their heads and howled. Everything was said without words.
The chaos on the lower deck mixed with the noise on the half-closed observation deck on the upper deck, leaving no quiet corner. However, as long as there was a need and mood, people could always subconsciously filter out some external noise and build a subjective private space.
Of course, if there were three bodyguards who could quietly separate a small space, the material foundation of the atmosphere would be stronger.
At this time, Mo Ya's heart was quiet and peaceful. She chatted with her close friend while leaning on the railing. No matter what the topic was, it was full of fun and mood.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the kimono-clad beauty on the shore just so happened to be the topic of Mo Ya and Tang Yi's conversation.
Unlike the traditional clothing on the opposite shore, the two on this side were casual and tended to be neutral. They were both tall and handsome. When they stood together, it was like they were models in a blockbuster. They were full of fashion sense. But the words flowed with the flavor of memories.
"In your eyes, our performance is probably riddled with holes. You can't bear to see it?"
"Oh?"
"I remember. A certain person's evaluation of the 93 Intramural Music Festival was purely the same. Do I need to repeat myself?"
"I just have some doubts about your method of classification …. Okay, I'm saying that there's no need to distinguish too clearly." Tang Yi reached out and gently twirled a strand of hair on Mo Ya's cheek. "Hair is hair. In most cases, one, two, three, or five strands are meaningless. It's a joke."
"Don't change my established view. In any case, from Uncle and Luo Nan, I understand that family members with the same bloodline have heaven and earth differences in talent. Not to mention you and me. "
"You're indeed like you. You realize early on, but it doesn't hinder you from hitting your head and bleeding."
"How so?" Mo Ya's smile blossomed. She moved closer, ignoring the surrounding gazes, and lightly kissed Tang Yi's cheek. "I'm the most optimistic person. I'm waiting for everyone by my side to realize their talent and realize their dreams …. After all, there are no family members waiting there. The moment of success is perhaps the saddest moment."
"Wow. You can use it as material for a speech."
"Uncle instilled in me. Perhaps it can be called the 'ultimate background wall' achievement? Now that I think about it, perhaps it's just coaxing a child. But there's no other way. I'm very coaxed! "
It wasn't very funny, but the two had their foreheads pressed together. Their temples rubbed together, and they couldn't help but laugh. Naturally, it attracted the gazes of others.
Tang Yi didn't care about the gazes of others. But when she connected Mo Ya's "Uncle" with the more direct information of his identity, her mind drifted for a moment.
Luo Zhongheng …. That researcher that Li Wei didn't hesitate to take action personally. Could his "talent" really break through the generation gap of civilization? Or was it a miracle that was "fed" by an even more inconceivable resource?
If it was the former, then it would be very difficult for miracles to appear in a short period of time.
But if it was the latter, where was the "inconceivable resource" that could make miracles appear again?
In the past year, similar questions had been tormenting those high and mighty fellows.
Should they continue to indulge and observe?
Or should they nip at the bud of a crisis before the next Luo Zhongheng appeared to avoid paying a greater price?
After a few forks in the road, the situation was on the verge of going out of control … Or perhaps, it had already gone out of control without them realizing it.
She sighed softly. "The clouds in Bancheng are very thick!"
Mo Ya looked up. The fireworks in the sky had yet to dissipate. The flames and the remaining smoke intertwined. It was thick and colorful, and the senses weren't clear enough. But as for the clouds … she really didn't see any.
Instead, there was a huge airship slowly cruising through the colorful streams of light.
The fireworks exploded around the airship. Bai Xinyan gently raised her wine glass. The clear wine reflected the colors, and there were slight distortions as the molecules in the air vibrated and spread.
At that moment, even through the completely sealed observation window, she seemed to smell the strong smell of gunpowder.
"Tomorrow, the head of the Department of Environment will probably have to bow and apologize?"
Yuchuan Yingjie didn't pay attention to these meaningless words. He sat upright on the sofa and stared at the visual dynamic data chart in front of him. The chart was divided into multiple functional areas, causing the overall chart to appear rather complicated. Only the top left corner of the chart showed the passenger flight information directly from the airline's database.
The photo of Mo Ya, Luo Nan's cousin, occupied a very eye-catching area.
Yuchuan Yingjie stared at the photo for a long time. Finally, he lowered his eyelids and tapped the virtual key on the sofa's armrest. In an instant, the data chart on the screen was swept clean. The projection area dimmed.
"You gave up halfway?"
Bai Xinyan's voice came again. Yuchuan Yingjie really didn't want to pay attention to this awkward topic. But when he thought of Bai Xinyan's ambiguous relationship with Wang Yu, as well as her special status in the Apocalypse Laboratory, he paused for a few seconds before finally giving an explanation.
"We still can't find Luo Nan. We've already used Bancheng's 24/7 surveillance network, mobilized the satellite overhead, and even the police's information-based surveillance. But to no avail. It's like he disappeared into thin air. "
"If I didn't misunderstand, you wouldn't have made a move against Luo Nan's sister if you couldn't find him?"
Yuchuan Yingjie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Basically, yes."
Then he couldn't help but explain, "Wang Yu's goal was to make Luo Nan bow his head and personally participate in the high seas auction. That's all. Right now, that fellow might've already ridden the devil ray to the center of the Pacific Ocean. Why do we need to draw legs on a snake? "
"Is that so? I thought you were helping him cook the eagle. "
You saw through but didn't say it out loud, woman!
Yuchuan Yingjie admitted that he had been befuddled at the time. He thought of things too simply. Now he could only vaguely explain, "I'm just a businessman …."
"Oh, I thought that there were only ambitious capitalists in the Appraiser Jade Society."
"You're just more confident in capital."
Yuchuan Yingjie was very happy to change the topic. He even used a certain person's words to endorse, "Didn't Wang Yu often say that capital is the expansion of human nature? As long as people have desires, as long as exchange exists in the world, as long as the flow of capital exceeds production capacity, then capital is the ultimate choice. It is the undefeatable king. Standing on the side of victory is a very natural thing. I'm just learning and practicing. "
"You're just blowing pillow talk …. It's a pity that I don't plan on rolling in the sheets with him in the near future. To me, the power of capital is still too insubstantial. I still prefer direct, strong people. "
Bai Xinyan walked over from the other side of the viewing window. She arrived in front of Yuchuan Yingjie and closed the distance between them, "Wang Yu, and you. You still haven't been able to break through the barrier between reality and nothingness. Keep working hard. Perhaps success is right in front of you? "
"Thank you for your encouragement."
The blood vessels on Yuchuan Yingjie's temples throbbed a few times. In the end, he revealed a gentle and polite smile.
Luo Nan's matter was considered over.
Even though the Appraiser Jade Society and Wang Yu's side had yet to be formally explained, he had already made up his mind.
To him, the risk came from many levels and many directions. Compared to the immediate survival crisis of traveling at multiple times the speed of sound, the crisis of breaking through the defense of the horseman, and the crisis of trust that shook the foundation of the Yuchuan Family's rule in Bancheng due to him inviting disaster, the Appraiser Jade Society's dissatisfaction was actually a problem that was easier to overcome.
When all was said and done, his rash provocation was a foolish act of drawing legs on a snake from the very beginning. His excessive attention to Wang Yu caused serious problems in his judgment. Now was the time to cut some meat to stop his losses.
He might be at Wang Yu's beck and call right now, but if the situation continued to worsen, it wasn't impossible for that person to do things like "borrowing someone's head".
He thanked the Amaterasu Cult.
He thanked the powerful person who had gotten rid of Gong Qi.
He thanked the ability user association, who had been infuriated.
He even thanked the Amaterasu Cult, who couldn't wait to cut the chives. The sudden unforeseen event and the corresponding actions gave him ample reason.
And so, Yuchuan Yingjie sighed, "Of course, there are more practical considerations. The Amaterasu Cult's identification operation is imminent. His Holiness certainly doesn't want to cause any more trouble."
Bai Xinyan smiled at him. Yuchuan Yingjie had a sincere expression on his face, "Distracting others before a major operation. If an accident were to happen and cause more trouble, it would be hard for me to explain it to His Holiness. Tomorrow's encounter with the head of the Department of Environmental Affairs will be my end."
Yuchuan Yingjie had only casually found an example when he spoke, but when he said it, he realized that there was no difference in essence.
Yuchuan Yingjie sighed in his heart. There was indeed a barrier between the power of capital and supernatural power.
When the world was in the old era of muscles and machines, capital could easily dominate everything. But after the Era of Distortion, supernatural power was obviously more direct and oppressive than capital power.
The aloof higher-ups of the cult did not care what kind of impact the upcoming series of operations would have on the secular world. After all, there were people like the Yuchuan family, who were willing to stick their heads out and solve all the problems in the future.
There was no other way. Capital was such a shameless thing. Whoever could make it multiply would be the benefactor.
As for the right to lead … Speaking of which, how much money did the Apocalypse Laboratory need to invest in the "bloodline" project to achieve the desired results?
Was that Li Wei really trustworthy?
His research direction and research subjects were far beyond the established system, causing even the most demanding investor to lose their professional judgment. And the series of results that pointed to the ultimate mystery of life made the core circle of capitalists in the world invest money like crazy. One project after another, year after year, no one knew when it would end.
Yuchuan Yingjie was a little distracted when he suddenly heard Bai Xinyan say, "If you don't need this projection area, can you lend it to me temporarily?"
"Of course! Erm, this is … something you brought up when you boarded the ship. "
"It's a set of newly developed professional equipment. It's still in the experimental stage. It was just delivered from the Deep Blue World yesterday." Bai Xinyan sat on the sofa and sat side by side with Yuchuan Yingjie. Then, she picked up the black suitcase beside her and opened the complicated lock. "I heard that Pope Hyaku spent a lot of money in Bancheng, so I wanted to use this special situation to test the effects of the equipment. I don't think the pope will mind."
"Test?" Yuchuan Yingjie frowned.
'Hyaku' was the name of the Amaterasu Order's Pope. It sounded weird, but his son, the True God of the Order, was even weirder. He was called something like 'Qian Ju'. Of course, almost no one dared to call him that anymore.
Yuchuan Yingjie would not follow Bai Xinyan's lead and used honorifics. "His Holiness has always been magnanimous. If Miss Xinyan had communicated with him beforehand …"
"It's not too late now."
As soon as he finished speaking, their gazes met and they stared at each other.
Then, the area was silent for more than ten seconds. Both of them were waiting for something, but there was no new information in the air.
Did this count as a pass?
Yuchuan Yingjie was not in a daze. Instead, he used a special channel to inform the pope. Now, it was obvious that he had accepted it.
Well, it was said that the Amaterasu Order had the closest relationship with the Apocalypse Laboratory among the three major orders. There was always a reason behind it.
The Yuchuan family and Wang Yu might not be a match for each other in terms of connections and connections in the Amaterasu Pure Land.
Yuchuan Yingjie adjusted his state of mind and said, "Is this equipment for commercial use or something more important?"
"Commercial use. The board of directors hopes to use the recent craze to make it a hot commodity. It is an indispensable piece of equipment for the future. It is to contribute to the project's goal of making a profit. "
"Making a profit?" Yuchuan Yingjie shook his head slightly. "Forgive me for being blunt, but we don't spend tens of billions of dollars on the Apocalypse Laboratory every year because we want the money to go to our descendants. We want to see something different, at least something clearer …"
"I understand. You want to use the breeding ground of capital to breed a bastard with extraordinary power. But forgive me for being blunt, but this kind of method that goes against the basic ethics of the universe will not be effective. Perhaps it should be like natural life, using countless mutated and evolved offspring to select the most suitable result. "
"But when I was investing, the investment document I received described a very direct reverse restoration process …"
"You should be familiar with the way capital tells stories."
"…"
"Alright, Mr. Yuchuan. I am not the representative of the Apocalypse Laboratory, and I have no intention of explaining anything to Mr. Li Wei. As a shareholder, you can directly request the board of directors for more details. As for now, as a handsome gentleman, you should help the lady in front of you arrange this sophisticated equipment. Perhaps, you will be rewarded with a kiss in the end. "
"Thank you for your kind offer!"
Yuchuan Yingjie did not mind sharing women with Wang Yu, but he definitely would not share danger.
He quickly lowered his stance and rolled up his sleeves to help Bai Xinyan connect the equipment in the suitcase to the projector.
About half a minute later, the projection area lit up again.
At first, Yuchuan Yingjie thought that he saw some kind of screensaver.
It was a scene of bubbles and water droplets rising. It was very realistic, but he could still tell that it was an animation effect.
Should we get to the main topic now?
The change in the projection was somewhat out of Yuchuan Yingjie's expectations.
It was still the same animation effect. Countless bubbles, bubbles, droplets … … In short, it was just a shape. Layer upon layer, colliding and distorting. Soon, it spread throughout the projection area. The corresponding angle of view was stretched and expanded. The details were blurred, but the overall appearance was more and more spectacular and chaotic.
Closing one's eyes for a second and then opening them again to look, it was like diving in the summer. Entering the grotesque shallow sea, colorful and gorgeous, yet no substantial structure could be seen. It was also impossible to distinguish where the 'sunlight' came from.
"What is this?"
"It's currently the most popular trend in the world. To be exact, it's the most popular trend in the inner world. The laboratory's temporary name for it is the Mental Ocean Mimicry Picture. "
"Huh?"
"The general idea is that through large-scale calculations and special modules, a rough picture of the mental plane within an area is simulated … … Though the accuracy isn't high, and the reaction is lagging, making it impossible to use in actual combat, if it becomes popular, its authenticity will increase after a period of data collection. At the very least, this will be the case in the relatively low-level mental ocean."
Yuchuan Yingjie digested the core concept in Bai Xinyan's words with great difficulty. His eyebrows furrowed into a knot. "The trend you're talking about is Luo Nan's … …"
"That's right. The Cage Theory."
"Then what about the modules?"
"Of course it borrows the concept of a cage, but it's simplified into bubbles or droplets for the sake of easy calculation."
"So this is' borrowing '?"
"Different paths lead to the same destination. It's just like the close relationship between a cage and a configuration. Of course, there are also people who are considering whether or not to ask Luo Nan to endorse this product. "
"... Is there an instruction manual?"
Yuchuan Yingjie spent close to twenty minutes while Bai Xinyan was adjusting the equipment. He roughly read through the instruction manual for the Mimicry Picture Generator.
The more he understood, the more he felt that this gadget was brilliant beyond his imagination. "Miss Xinyan, if I'm not mistaken, this gadget is a panoramic probe into the mental domain of reality … … There has never been such a device before!"
"Not yet. It's just an animation simulation based on a special module and mode. The precision, breadth, and depth of the detection are all greatly limited. It's even possible for it to be completely different from reality. "
"No, no, no. This is an epoch-making invention … … As long as the Cage Theory can stand firm!"
Yuchuan Yingjie gained a new understanding of the accumulated technology of the Apocalypse Laboratory. Due to the short time and shallow understanding, he was still unable to estimate what sort of impact it would have on the current world, especially the inner world, if a large amount of similar equipment were to leak out. However, he already sensed the sensitive factors within.
"Your Majesty … … really agrees to use this set of equipment?"
"There's no need to doubt Pope Baiji's magnanimity." Bai Xinyan didn't even blink. "Besides, this set of equipment has a limited sensing range. If we don't count the peripherals, it's only around a dozen square kilometers. What's wrong with observing a corner and watching the excitement?"
"So that's how it is!"
Yukawa Kosuke put on a look of relief, but he was thinking to himself, 'For Superhumans, especially those in the spiritual side and the religious circle, this kind of method is already close to prying, especially when it comes to the most chaotic and secretive spiritual domain in the past. For anyone who has the knowledge and foundation of supernatural powers, the spiritual domain has its own unique charm and attraction.
'I'll secretly buy similar equipment later and try to cover Bancheng!'
At that moment, after Bai Xinyan's adjustments, the colors of the dazzling "ocean" at the beginning of the simulation had almost completely faded. Now, most of it had turned into an inconspicuous grayish-white color. Only a few small colored spots would occasionally appear at random times and in random areas. It was like the result of an electron beam that had been deflected on an ancient flat-screen display.
Bai Xinyan explained that this was to treat the repeated mental waves and the corresponding changes as background radiation. Only those that exceeded the relevant threshold would be paid attention to. It was also a stopgap measure due to the lack of peripherals and the limitations of computing power.
As the time for the Amaterasu Cult to take action approached, Yuchuan Yingjie shut his mouth and stared at the projection without blinking. At that moment, Bai Xinyan considerately placed a blurred satellite image behind the background radiation to achieve a simple correspondence between the animation and the map in reality.
"According to Professor Luo's theory, the spiritual ocean and the material world do not have a strict spatial correspondence. However, as long as there is a material foundation, the simulation signal will always have a basic direction due to the limitations of space. Just don't take it too seriously."
As she spoke, she manually operated the sensor's knob and adjusted the sensor's direction. She explained, "The sensor's direction is limited. Limiting the direction will effectively increase the accuracy of the sensor. Currently, we are still enriching the structure of the background radiation. After all, Pontiff Hyakki hasn't really taken action yet. The aberrant population around Beishan Lake has always been rich. Early sampling and identification is essential. "
Yuchuan Yingjie could not help but say, "As for the southern shore of Beishan Lake, the aberrant population has basically been wiped out. The only thing that's still standing is that camphor tree …"
"Oh, I know. You're Mr. Sakaemon, right? "
Bai Xinyan did another round of delicate operations. About ten seconds later, a colorful area that was clearly different from the overall background appeared in the dark "ocean."
The area looked like a child's carefully blown soap bubble. It was distorted in the rippling airflow and refracted seven-colored rays of light. It looked like it could burst at any time, but it always maintained its overall structure in the nick of time.
After looking at it for a while, Yuchuan Yingjie felt that this huge bubble had an extraordinary resilience. It was completely different from the small, gray bubbles beside it that could burst at any time.
"This is the structure of the aberrant species in the spiritual ocean … If it really existed, it would be very eye-catching!"
Bai Xinyan praised softly, then shook her head. "It's a pity that the current equipment is not enough to analyze its internal structure. A living creature like this that clearly possesses a certain level of intelligence and a fixed spiritual dimension is a very precious research material."
"It's a pity."
Yuchuan Yingjie knew that this Mr. Sakaemon, who had already become a spirit, was the ingredient chosen in advance by the Amaterasu Cult to make a fresh soup.
If he missed tonight, he would not have another chance to study it.
Fortunately, there was still enough Mutants in this era, not to mention other things!
Yuchuan Yingjie also noticed that after the mimicry image appeared, the entire projection area was constantly refreshed. Before focusing on Sakaemon, the entire spiritual ocean image was dark. The changes brought about by the refresh were not very obvious. But now, with a relatively clear target, there were obvious changes every time the image refreshed. It looked like it had been done by a clumsy editor. It was very uncomfortable.
Yuchuan Yingjie had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. He frowned when he saw this.
As expected, it was only a half-finished product.
Now, he could only force himself to adapt to such flaws. Besides not blinking his eyes, he also secretly turned on the recording function. He recorded the entire process of the mimicry image's display and used it as material for research and analysis.
Compared to Sakaemon, Yuchuan Yingjie was more interested in the Amaterasu Cult. As the undisputed protagonist of tonight's event, what kind of methods would the Pope use? What kind of form would it appear in the Spiritual Ocean Picture?
After locking onto Sakaemon, the thirtieth refresh passed. Yuchuan Yingjie finally saw a new change in the mimicry image.
It was a crisscrossing band of dark colors. It was like a spider web or a crack in glass that appeared and spread out.
Most of them were very slender, but their color was darker. In contrast, the originally dark background became a brighter grayish-white color.
These extremely dark lines were like deep crevices. They looked like they could shatter the projection area at any time.
"It looks like the roots of a large tree."
"Huh?"
Bai Xinyan's visual thinking was quite different from Yuchuan Yingjie's. But after being reminded by her, Yuchuan Yingjie immediately thought of a concept that the Amaterasu Cult was famous for.
"Are you talking about … the Fusang Tree?"
Bai Xinyan looked over and slightly curled her lips. She shook her head. "Haven't you heard of the theory of distinguishing between 'tools' and 'plants'?"
Yuchuan Yingjie blinked. Elites like him always did their homework before taking action. As a result, even if it was something non-specialized, he would always have some impression of it.
"It's Luo Nan again."
"That's right. It's Professor Luo Nan's brilliant theory again. In his opinion, the cult's solidified structure in the abyss area is like a towering tree. More importantly, its roots are complex. It reaches down from the abyss area into the dense cage of the spiritual ocean and absorbs nutrients …. This is a verification! "
Yuchuan Yingjie kept his mouth shut. When it came to the foundation of the cult, playing deaf and mute was the minimum level of self-restraint. But he still had some doubts in his heart.
The name "Fusang Divine Tree" was quite appropriate, but what was the corresponding "nourishment"?
After a few more rounds of refreshing, there was an obvious change in the flow of scenes. The colorful bubble that corresponded to Zoe's Gate, which was now obviously shrinking, gave Kosuke Yuchuan a more intuitive feeling.
This person, and those new leeks that had grown out again ….
"Hmm, what is this long stripe?"
Yuchuan Yingjie made a new discovery.
In the simulated image, there was a faint bright line that ran through the entire projection area. It came diagonally from the top, roughly from the direction of the depths of North Mountain Lake. It moved about a tenth of the screen's length before suddenly disappearing. A few seconds later, after several refreshes, the conspicuous band of light changed its angle and appeared at the edge of the south bank. At the same time, it twisted and distorted, severing the entire projection effect.
"..."
"Miss Xinyan?"
Bai Xinyan didn't respond. She just adjusted the equipment, her eyes unprecedentedly focused. After a few operations, the bright stripe disappeared from the projection area once more, as if it was just an accident.
"Is it a bug in the equipment …. Huh?"
The bright stripe appeared once more. This time, it lasted much longer than the previous two times. It flickered and cut within the projection area, running amok.
"Is it a display error, or is it a special phenomenon in the mental domain?"
"It's interference."
"What kind of interference?"
Bai Xinyan was about to speak when she suddenly froze. Yuchuan Yingjie had more or less the same reaction. This was because at this moment, the two of them received the same message from different channels.
"Tonight's operation is suspended."
At this moment, the mimicry image underwent another round of refreshes. In the mind sea, the extremely dark "roots" were clearly fading away quickly. After a few rounds of refreshes, they disappeared without a trace.
"Your Majesty..." Yuchuan Yingjie subconsciously called out, but he didn't receive any response.
When he looked at the projection area again, the bright stripe disappeared once more.
Yuchuan Yingjie looked at Bai Xinyan again. The latter was still in a daze, clearly receiving information from other channels. He was a little anxious, but he had to hold it in.
After a while, Bai Xinyan curled her lips again. "What a terrible experience!"
"What?"
"When you're cooking soup, you discover someone stirring your soup. This is probably what it feels like."
Yuchuan Yingjie could guess. The key was the following information. "Who is it?"
"Currently, I can only see the soup swirling, but I can't find the stirring spoon... This is a magic trick! Perhaps it's a chance encounter, perhaps it's a prank, or perhaps it's a targeted attack. Regardless, this is a problem at the level of an Extraordinary. With Pope Hyakki's cautiousness, it would be difficult for him to take any new actions before he figured it out.
"After all, there are secrets here that cannot be exposed."
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