After much difficulty, Tyrande wiped his forehead and said, "I'm dead tired. I'll need at least a week to replenish the energy I've depleted today."
Fang Xingjian took in a deep breath, and the wind and clouds in the surroundings moved as if there was a strong gale blowing.
He inhaled a tremendous amount of ether particles into his lungs. However, compared to the depletion earlier, it was still a drop in the bucket.
Fang Xingjian said, "Although the density of ether particles has increased by a lot, our ether organs have yet to reach perfection. Our ability to absorb the energy and information from ether particles is insufficient, and the rate of recovery is still too slow compared to our depletion."
Tyrande sensed the ether particles in the air and said, "With such a high density, although many people are able to cultivate at a faster rate, second transition Conferred Knights who do not have sufficient willpower would be more likely to go berserk when faced with such an increased amount of information, right?"
Fang Xingjian nodded and looked in the direction where the Sea God was. Tyrande also looked over. "A small purple fish? Oh, that's not right. It seems to be a magic prints Warrior? "
Just as the two of them looked at the Sea God, his countenance turned pale, and his muscles trembled fiercely. Then he darted out like a bolt of lightning, and purple light burst out from his body, as if wanting to slice the entire sea into two in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he had already darted out a distance of over ten kilometers, as if something was chasing after him.
"Let's go! Let's go immediately!
"To think that there are such terrifying people in Miracle World.
"Let's head north. We mustn't make enemies out of these two people."
In that instant, the Sea God left far away, swearing to stay far away from the West Coast and never come back again.
Tyrande licked his lips and looked greedily at the Sea God, who had escaped into the distance. He touched his hair, which was emitting white light, and said, "Aren't we going to capture him?"
"I don't know him. There's no feud between us. There's no need to bother with him." Fang Xingjian looked in the direction of the Great Western City and said, "Let's go back."
...
In an extremely luxurious manor in the Great Western City, it was currently pitch-black. All of the servants had disappeared, and the atmosphere had become eerie.
This was Hildebrand's manor. Ever since his grandfather, who was one of the top three students in the Regional Academy and the pillar of support for his clan — a Demigod expert with one tier of perfection — had passed away three months ago, the status of his clan had been on a decline. The various branch clans were fighting amongst themselves, and their influence and wealth continued to crumble. Hildebrand was extremely depressed, and he dismissed all the servants in the manor.
It was said that he drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day, and from time to time, screams of terror could be heard from the depths of the manor.
In the basement of the manor, Hildebrand was kneeling on the ground, holding onto his head. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were moving around unconsciously. His expression was extremely savage.
"Get out!"
"Get out, all of you!"
"It's useless. Hand over your body."
"Give them to me!"
"No, give me the body!"
"Get lost, all of you! His body is mine!"
Over the past three months, the density of ether particles had increased rapidly. Not only had there been more energy, but the information contained within the ether particles had also increased. The cultivation of Conferred Knights had also experienced more tests of their will.
Ether particles contained all sorts of information about the past, present, and future. Of course, they also contained information about many individuals. In the long flow of history, countless great people had left behind remnants of their information in the world.
The experiences, history, and other information contained both advantages and disadvantages to many Knights.
It was just like when Fang Xingjian was in the Sacred Land, as long as his will was strong enough, he would be able to learn the sword arts experience left behind by the experts of the past.
Those with weak wills would be affected by the personal information and end up going berserk.
Therefore, when faced with the rapid increase in the density of ether particles, powerful Knights would be able to read through the information directly, get rid of the impurities and extract the essence, and increase their cultivation further.
Those with weak wills might go crazy or enter a vegetative state.
Moreover, because the density of ether particles was too high and there was too much information, there would be an effect that would not occur under normal circumstances. The cultivator would be affected by the personal information, and they would develop a split personality.
It was like the legendary case of the spirits of the dead being possessed and the spirits of the dead being revived.
For the past three months, Hildebrand had been at the lowest point of his life. Under such a situation, a tremendous amount of information gushed into his mind. Many of them represented personal memories, emotions, and the like. They gradually settled down in his mind, causing his mind to become increasingly chaotic.
In Hildebrand's consciousness, a red-haired middle-aged man said, "Give up, Hildebrand. Right now, your will is already riddled with holes. If this goes on and more and more personal information enters your mind, you'll go completely crazy."
Another golden-haired Fatso darted out from Hildebrand's consciousness and said, "Damn it, this is the first time I've encountered such a situation. The last time I woke up was several hundred years ago."
"This isn't called waking up." A monster that had countless heads and tentacles all over its body said, "It's just that the density of ether particles has increased. Because of the personal information gushing into his body, people like us who had died a long time ago have come back to life with the help of his brain."
"As a ghost?"
"You can also say that it's his other personality."
Several tens of strangely-shaped consciousnesses kept on arguing in Hildebrand's mind, attempting to seize the space in which they each lived.
Hildebrand bellowed, "All of you, scram!"
"What kind of joke is this? I was the number one swordsman in the world 300 years ago..."
"I'm the Guardian King of the Holy See of Truth..."
"Hehehehe, I really want to kill all of you..."
"I was the number one genius in black magic 1,000 years ago, the Black Fiend Sovereign. Listen to me..."
"Everyone, wait a minute. Let's hear what this idiot has to say."
To be able to leave behind their own information in ether particles, survive after entering a Knight's consciousness, and even 'revive' in a Conferred Knight's consciousness, all of them were strong experts.
Right now, Hildebrand's consciousness had absorbed too much personal information and memories. If they were to quarrel, no one would be willing to give in to the other, and there would be no conclusion to the quarrel.
Just then, in Hildebrand's mind, another group of consciousnesses started to awaken after they had accumulated enough memories and other information.
In the sea of consciousness, a man in a white coat slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, there were giants that were tens of thousands of times taller than him, incomparably ferocious monsters, and a monarch that seemed to rule over the world.
Looking at the other consciousnesses who were emitting extremely dangerous auras, the man wearing a white coat rubbed his eyes and said, "Am I dreaming?" He sensed his own body and said, "Is there anyone who can explain what is going on?"
"Trash." A strong man in golden armor, who was riding on a black dragon, said, "I'm Morudo, the King of the Seas, the King of the Sky, and the King of the Earth. I soar above all the gods..."
Another child wearing formal attire said impatiently, "You're just a young Island Lord. Your cultivation is at tier three of the Divine level and you came from 3,000 years ago. If you were born 500 years later, I'd definitely kick you like a ball."
The little girl looked at the man wearing a white coat and said, "Lad, the seventh epoch is here. Do you understand? Anyway, this body's condition isn't very good. Why don't you report your background first? If your background is great enough, we might listen to you. "
Countless monsters, heroes, and mages looked at the man wearing a white coat. The man blinked and said, "Uh, I remember that I used to work in the Beijing Mental Health Center."
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