The red light illuminated a portion of the area, helping Luo Nan see order within the chaos. At the very least, he could try to understand what the internal conflict was like within the chaotic mist that pervaded the entire plane of consciousness.
The heavily chained crow and the Wraith Sign were, of course, Luo Nan himself. They were located at the center of the chaotic mist. They made an elementary imitation of the imagery and laws of Sunwheel Extreme Prison. Actually, they actively guided the power of Sunwheel Extreme Prison to cross space and resist the corruption of sinful poison.
Regardless of whether Luo Nan did it intentionally or not, this was an established fact. It was impossible for Luo Nan to utilize the power of Sunwheel Extreme Prison, especially the roaring torrent of information, to cleanse the universe in one fell swoop with Luo Nan's control and analytical abilities.
But when the Primal Chaos Fog collided, a strange feeling gradually appeared.
The filthy curtain that seemed to be rooted in Luo Nan's memories was washed back and forth by the torrent of information from Sunwheel Extreme Prison. It was warped by an even more powerful power of distortion, to the point of being washed away. Though it still looked the same, Luo Nan became more and more familiar with it the more he looked at it.
Luo Nan repeated the familiarity over and over again. It was like staring at a character and looking at it hundreds of times. Suddenly, it became unfamiliar.
In reality, this was a kind of semantic saturation phenomenon. After the brain received the same stimulation over and over again, it produced a nervous fatigue that caused it to enter a state of inhibition.
Luo Nan's current situation was pretty much the same. His brain nerves were far more than tired under the violent flood of information. They were simply overworked. With sinful poison as the central axis of stimulation, it gave him continuous attacks. If it were anyone else, they would have long since gone insane, gone mad, and their body and soul would have collapsed.
However, Luo Nan had a layer of chaotic mist as a buffer. He forcefully withstood over a hundred waves of attacks, holding on to the point of nervous suppression. His ability to distinguish and associate dropped substantially. He was unable to absorb the destructive power of sinful poison's law distortion. He could only pay attention to a portion of its structure.
The problem was, when he looked at it this way, why did he feel that the other side was more handsome?
Suddenly, Luo Nan discovered a new world.
The environment of laws created by sinful poison was admittedly chaotic to the extreme, but it seemed that it could be disassembled?
His analytical ability hadn't reached the level where he could immediately see through the mysteries. However, there was a trend that the heavily chained crow and the Wraith Sign, which already possessed some kind of highly integrated ability, especially the structure of the "Sunwheel Extreme Hell" that they imitated, only needed an inducement to be effective.
When Luo Nan muddleheadedly swept his eyes over the specious fragments contained within the sin poison, the Sunwheel Extreme Prison had already taken the first step.
Part of the evil poison … had been broken down.
At least that was what Luo Nan saw.
Luo Nan was still not too clear on the fundamental framework for the birth and existence of sin poison. However, he was still able to understand the parts of sin poison that had been stripped away by the scouring and collision.
Luo Nan saw that the fragments that had been torn apart originally had their own source and flow of laws. It was just that the portions that had suffered deliberate distortions were stripped off one after another and precipitated. Some of them even realized a return to normal, turning into law fragments. They attached themselves to the heavily chained crow and gradually fused with it.
As for the inexplicable and pure chaotic parts, after they were extracted, they were swallowed up by the miniature sun wheel formed by the Wraith Sign and burned fiercely as fuel.
Of course, the Sin Poison that filled one's vision and filled one's soul wasn't something that could be easily digested. The conflict between the Sunwheel Extreme Prison and the evil poison continued. It was very likely that this conflict would continue for a long time.
The mist of primal chaos was still growing endlessly, continuing to give Luo Nan immense pressure.
However, things always developed in a good direction, right?
Luo Nan watched for a long time, but the phenomenon of semantic saturation did not occur again. Instead, he gained more insight into the combined architectural pattern manifested by the continued decomposition of the evil poison ….
It didn't seem like a misconception.
Luo Nan's finger subconsciously twitched twice. It was with great difficulty that he was able to restrain the impulse to draw a diagram out of thin air …. As expected, I'm still a person on the side of order!
Luo Nan knew that he had retreated from the edge of the cliff once more to be able to have this leisure. And because of this, true pleasure, the kind that could be controlled, was like a sweet spring that overflowed from the cracks in his heart. It rapidly healed the wounds that were on the verge of collapse.
Only now did Luo Nan discover that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat. His mental state was quite good. Perhaps the saying 'when things reach an extreme, they will move in the opposite direction' really made a bit of sense. After a round of conflict, he had actually recovered a bit from his extreme weakness.
He looked at Snake Tongue. The evil poison could be contagious, and it could be contagious in her current state.
Snake Tongue's complexion wasn't as pale as before. However, she had been acting as Luo Nan's test subject for the past few days. Her energy was lacking, and now she encountered this matter. She was caught in the crossfire, and she was in a worse state than Luo Nan.
Her back could no longer support itself. She couldn't straighten her body. She was half-lying on the ground, on the verge of collapse.
Luo Nan couldn't help but feel a bit guilty when he saw her appearance. He got up and walked over. He asked warmly, "Are you feeling a bit better?"
Snake Tongue heard this and forcefully propped her body up.
Luo Nan was both admiring and a bit amused when he saw her appearance. "I'm afraid your luck has been exhausted up in the clouds. These days really haven't been easy. "
People always lacked self-awareness in times like this.
Snake Tongue's eyes were half-closed, and her pupils tilted to the side. She did her best to keep her voice steady and not trembling. "I've disturbed my lord's ocular technique cultivation. It's my fault."
"What cultivation …. Ocular technique?"
Luo Nan was startled with a laugh. He suddenly had some thoughts. He pointed at his eyes. "Here?"
Fortunately, Snake Tongue was able to understand his meaning. Her eyelids drooped, and she spoke in a soft voice, "My lord's divine ability."
Luo Nan only knew that Snake Tongue had been infected by him, but he didn't have the time to review the channel of infection. If it was really as Snake Tongue said, then he could transmit the evil poison with just his eyes, causing the target to be contaminated. This really could be considered a type of ocular technique.
Uh, was his brain still sluggish?
It wasn't easy for him to calm down, and now he had the guts to use the evil poison? The heavily chained crow and the new version of the Wraith Sign's structure must have made him arrogant!
Luo Nan really wanted to knock himself on the head and let his reason occupy a high position once more. But this thought was born, and his mind was like a cat scratching at it. He had glimpsed some of the outline of the structure during the partial decomposition of the evil poison. The outline transformed into abstract lines that danced in his mind.
His fingers twitched more and more fiercely.
Luckily, Luo Nan didn't have the time to ponder this deeply. The distant signal was transferred and received by the external neuron. Zhang Yingying's voice came roaring over, "What the hell is going on? There was a 'bang' and the signal disappeared. The ground was covered in mercury. I nearly called the police, you scum!"
Hearing this, Luo Nan's smile, which had just calmed down, surged up once more. It carried a few absurd emotions of déjà vu, but these emotions were already real and controllable.
Only now did Luo Nan truly feel the force field of the real world gently covering his body. He really had come out from the game setting. Even though he had been smuggled in by the evil poison, he could still see it.
He was still alive, right?
Luo Nan really wanted to say thank you to his grandfather. Thank you to his grandfather. It was his notebook that had laid down such an indestructible foundation for him. Of course, he also needed to thank the Sunwheel Hell in the distant deep space. Luo Nan was becoming more and more convinced that it was very likely that it was the true source of Formatting Theory's power.
"Are you going crazy again? Speaking of which, we're going to land in two hours. Are you coming or not? "
"I'm coming. Of course I'm coming."
Luo Nan blurted out. He looked through the cabin's porthole to look at the color of the sky outside. He saw the sunset filling the sky. He looked at his watch again. It was already six o 'clock in the evening in Ban City.
Before he went to sleep, Zhang Yingying had told him the time. It was approximately half past ten in the morning in Xia City. Ban City was an hour ahead of Xia City. This meant that he had slept for approximately seven hours.
And in the game setting, a total of at least seventy hours had passed. In other words, the difference in the flow of time had reached ten times.
It looked like he had profited, and it was a huge profit. The amount of time he could control, or even his lifespan, had been extended by ten times in an instant.
But Luo Nan pondered it carefully, especially when he looked at his own state, and he had some doubts.
His soul strength was empty.
His soul cloak had collapsed.
The altar's spiderweb had decayed.
...
Admittedly, these things could be regenerated, but for them to grow to such a scale was the result of Luo Nan's accumulation over the past few months. He had squeezed them dry in a short seven hours. This sort of consumption made Luo Nan feel rather uneasy.
There was also the uninvited evil poison …. Even though it had been suppressed and a portion of it had been dealt with, could there really be no repercussions for existences on the plane of laws?
Let's not talk about the excessively fictitious ones. There was the most realistic one. Luo Nan had just promised Zhang Yingying that he would go meet up with them. Let's not talk about the real person. Even if it was his water vapor avatar, his soul cloak had collapsed. It was hard to avoid having to rack his brain again.
Another period of awkward blankness passed. Zhang Yingying was convinced. "Hello? You went on a mental journey again …. Did you save the world in your dream? Did you win or lose? Say something! "
"I nearly destroyed the world, it's true." Luo Nan responded with sincerity. He ignored Zhang Yingying's laughter and curses for the time being. He looked into the mental plane and grasped his own state. He began to seriously consider a plan to remedy the situation.
It was strange. According to Luo Nan's usual way of thinking, he should be thinking in the direction of the mental plane, the soul cloak, the polar region of the abyss, and so on. He had done this before, and he had long since become familiar with it.
But right now, the above directions and plans only ran through his mind, and he was unable to raise any interest. Admittedly, part of this was due to Luo Nan's large amount of soul strength and the accumulation of his framework being annihilated in a puff of smoke. But there was an even greater factor …. Luo Nan felt that there wasn't much technical content.
Speaking of which, Luo Nan had spent seventy hours in the game setting. He had already fiercely raised the aesthetic level of the configuration design and application.
Yes, the Heavenly Yuan Empire didn't have a purely mental configuration application. But the strict, systematic, and highly efficient configuration model was deep and enchanting. Once one touched upon the basics and experienced the richness of its contents, one would be unable to stop.
"Hello? Hello! Luo Yuanwai, this attitude of yours won't do. "
Luo Nan's soul was called back by Zhang Yingying. But this allowed his pure aesthetic impulse to take the upper hand. He responded with a sound and then smeared honey on his mouth.
"Sister Yingying, I want to ask you something. Do you have any processing tools over at the airship?"
"... Do you have a fever?"
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