When Zhang Yingying circled around the dangerous coastline, she threw away the Jet Ski and arrived by Luo Nan's side while gasping for breath. Zeolite Beach, the somewhat famous high-class private resort beach in Ti City, had already changed beyond recognition.
In the forefront region, Shi Xinhe piloted the Deep Blue Walker experimental machine and Meng Chong, who was practically burning from head to toe.
Both sides were warrior types, especially Meng Chong. He could be considered a powerful fleshly expert. But right now, they didn't display any exquisite combat techniques. They just collided with each other in the most primitive way.
Even so, violent energy erupted from them, shaking the beach. Sand and stones flew everywhere, blotting out the sky.
And on Zhang Yingying's side, especially when she looked at the beach from Luo Nan's position, she couldn't help but have a similar feeling to a certain someone before.
This was basically a chess sandbox, or a chess game?
Everyone on the beach was like a chess board. There was no subjective initiative. Luo Nan just set up the formation, and everyone occupied their positions. They tapped and moved, released a move, and calculated the ball.
Luo Nan seemed to be pondering his next move. He didn't make any moves.
Zhang Yingying didn't have time to think too much. She didn't come all the way here to watch the show. She had received a message from Her Majesty Empress Wu. She had come to deliver a message.
"The boss is afraid of disturbing you, so she told me to tell you. Most of the others are tactful. She will help you keep an eye on things. Take control of the situation yourself. Don't be too hasty. Don't let certain people lead the tempo. "
"Certain people?" Luo Nan had a general idea of the fluctuating threads of telepathy in the abyss region, but he really didn't know the specifics.
"Well, some are fine, but some are restless …."
Halfway through her words, she stuck out her tongue. It was unknown if Her Majesty Empress Wu was warning her from afar, but she didn't continue speaking. But she couldn't hold it in for a few seconds. She still actively hinted.
"It's just a few of the diamond type."
"Diamond?"
Luo Nan understood quite well at first, but Zhang Yingying's words confused him.
"You're behind the times …. Forget it. I'll talk about it later. Don't get distracted!"
Luo Nan didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly.
It had to be said that he had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. Compared to the time in Xia City, the heavyweight audience members were quite polite today. Or could it be that Luo Nan had basically reached the point of not being surprised by this level?
Her Majesty Empress Wu's reminder was timely, and Luo Nan's control was spot on. Most importantly, the sand table, which had been continuously remodeled, and the chess pieces, which had been trained for several hours, gradually possessed the embryonic form of a three-way confrontation he needed.
Luo Nan was pursuing a relatively sealed temporal structure. Once the basic form was right, the spatial distortion and sealing effect would naturally appear. It had a certain shielding effect on those curious or ill-intentioned prying eyes.
Now that the Cage Theory was trending, forcible spying and contact on the mental level could be described as "sexual harassment", which had a considerable theoretical basis.
A similar thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.
Luo Nan continued to watch the sand table in front of him.
While most people were still attracted by the "wrestling" on the beach, they did not know that the real main body of the confrontation was the invisible domain structure on the beach and the fog on the ocean that had begun to roll and disperse.
Meng Chong represented the Hellfire Tyrant type of attack power. Though it was a bit specious, it still completed the oppressive task quite well at this stage. It was like a heavy hammer, smashing the originally loose domain structure into a deformed state.
It was more tenacious than before.
So much so that the people on the beach finally had a bit of the posture of the Bloodshed Land. Luo Nan took advantage of this and used the syncopator to glue them together. He used a portion of his fantasy mimicry configuration to make them more and more in line with the basic form of a relay station in his dream.
As for the Mica Mother constructed by the sea fog on the outside, it was undoubtedly far inferior to the true body. It was this disparity that caused the collision between the two to produce a serious deviation from the appearance in Luo Nan's memories.
But it didn't matter. Only by discovering the deviation could he begin to correct it.
Luo Nan actually felt that the difficulty of his current work had dropped.
From his perspective, the preparatory work before was like making proofs and building models. It was like the last big question on a math exam. If he knew it, he knew it. If he didn't know it, he didn't know it. Everything had to be created from nothing. Everything had to be logically complete.
And now, he finally had a basic framework to refer to. He also had a few plausible answers to choose from. It was similar to a multiple-choice question. Of course, he could save quite a bit of brainpower. It didn't matter if he made a mistake for a moment. No one would deduct points. At worst, he could just start over if a piece collapsed.
And this was a bit like the situation in the misty maze. Luo Nan was even more familiar with this sort of piecemeal puzzle work.
With Luo Nan's current mobilization of computing power, his advancement speed was quite fast. He had a clearer understanding of the basic configuration and outline of the mica mother.
Of course, it was impossible for him to achieve everything in one go. Luo Nan never had such extravagant hopes. He just wanted to solidify his foundation a bit more. He didn't want to do a complete simulation on a large scale. Instead, he wanted to make a true leap.
He wanted to take that step from the relatively simple saturated structure of water vapor in the material plane to the living plane...
Cough. He was clearly thinking too much.
He didn't need to truly act on the material state. He just needed to make a false leap on the configuration plane. He was quite satisfied with Silly Sand's stable substrate simulation configuration that could withstand the test.
He couldn't possibly hope to forcefully create a magnetic-optic mica!
With this sort of standard in mind, Luo Nan felt that he wasn't too far from achieving his goal. He had this sort of feeling.
Just a bit more. Just a bit more...
The leap was a kind of qualitative change. It was just a bit more. Perhaps it would require a much greater accumulation than before. It was even possible that he would have to start over from scratch.
But Luo Nan had an intense premonition. It was an intuition built upon the foundation of a solid configuration design. Perhaps this was where the spirituality of the School of Fantasy lay.
The direction shouldn't be wrong. It was just a bit more!
Then he had to do his work a bit more solidly.
Zhang Yingying narrowed her eyes to the side. She half-covered her forehead with her palm, blocking the violent whirlwind and sand that assaulted her face. She did her best to lock onto the position of her son, but she couldn't help but worry.
The only thing that made her feel at ease was that the chess pieces on the sand table, aside from the two at the very front, were all obediently staying in the background. They wouldn't step on Silly Sand at all.
But she didn't know what would happen next.
Zhang Yingying turned her head, wanting to ask a question, but she forcefully restrained herself for fear of causing a disturbance … … The current Luo Nan felt like a focused conductor. He flicked his fingers and swung his arms in the air of nothingness. His movements weren't large, but he was very restrained and very calm. But he was much more invested than his previous attitude of watching with cold eyes.
She couldn't see any corresponding changes on the sand table, but … …
Zhang Yingying furrowed her brows and raised her head to look at the sky:
The sky was overcast.
The sun had been able to barely pierce through the layer of mist and clouds, showing off some of its existence. But after the whirlwind of sand and pebbles, the sun was completely hidden behind the layer of clouds … …
Actually, the boundaries and boundaries of the cloud layer were nearly impossible to see. There was only a gloomy, leaden expanse.
Zhang Yingying could still feel that the humidity of the atmosphere had clearly increased. The air pressure was dropping as well. This should be a process of continuous development. It was just that it had been suppressed by the momentum of the sweeping sandstorm earlier. It was only now that it was barely manifested.
And these weren't the main points. Zhang Yingying discovered that the most crucial factor in this series of changes was:
"Thunder?" She muttered. She wasn't too sure because the vibrations in the atmosphere were far too weak. Perhaps it was just a misconception.
"Oh, a misconception."
"F * ck!"
Zhang Yingying jumped in fright. She never thought that Luo Nan would be able to hear her muttering to herself at this time. Luo Nan chatted with her: "Don't get distracted!"
"It's fine. I'm quite focused. Also, there are times when the atmosphere is very fragile. "
"Huh?"
Luo Nan laughed and continued with his previous actions. It looked like he really was quite relaxed. A few seconds later, he even pursed his lips and began to whistle.
He clearly didn't have much technique. His whistle was a bit hoarse at first, but his extraordinary control over his fleshly body helped him quickly find the right path. The whistle grew clearer and clearer. Later on, it struck together with the surging sandstorm, causing it to be particularly intense. It was quite fitting for the current situation on the beach.
But later on, the gradually lengthened and turned low. It seemed to be a bit spacious and desolate.
This bro's mood … … Huh?
Zhang Yingying didn't know what to use to describe it for a time. When he whistled, his mind should be relaxed and his mood good. But she just couldn't experience a similar feeling.
"The melody isn't bad. What song is it? A new song composed by Sister Moya? "Zhang Yingying quietly used the ability to recognize songs by listening, but she didn't gain anything.
"Hum whatever." Luo Nan also paused to reply. He didn't even know how he had hummed … … He had "whistled" out.
Yes, it was Wei Suyi's song, Scarlet Wheel. Clearly, he had been infected by Liang Lu.
Liang Lu was focused on her work. She would do this when she was in a good mood.
Luo Nan didn't really like it at first. From his perspective, the concert would draw other thoughts and disturb his normal work.
But Liang Lu spoke eloquently. She said that the School of Creation was most proficient in precise planning. She divided the brain. She needed a buffer or a metronome to effectively plan the pace of the task.
In any case, she had ample theoretical support.
Luo Nan didn't comment at the time, but now he suddenly felt … …
Not bad.
He searched for the feeling, pursed his lips, and whistled. It was the song that he didn't quite understand the meaning of.
Amidst this ear-scratching yet unfamiliar tune, he seemed to have returned to the relay station in his daze. He was at his own work station, in that sealed yet unexpectedly fulfilling environment. He faced countless broken machines, and he was next to interesting and reliable comrades. He made the incomplete become whole, and he made the damaged reconstruct and renovate … …
Everything was very familiar. It flowed smoothly, and it wasn't dull. It was as if he could work endlessly until the entire base was full of vitality and operation!
Well, there weren't such work stations in reality. There was such a base … … Even comrades seemed to be nothing more than refactoring code in the void.
But right now, there were indeed innumerable incorporeal structures before Luo Nan's eyes. They slowly shifted and changed. They worked in harmony, causing a marvelous force to faintly give birth.
Even though there were many discords within, the incorporeal structures rubbed against each other, shaking and vibrating until the cacophony was jumbled and the dark hummed.
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