Mo Qiong understood this world in detail, and he realized that the cultivation methods here were useless to him.
After some careful study, he realized that the magic here was simply nonsense in reality.
It made sense, if even the skills of the game characters could be realized, then the theoretical basis of magic here would naturally be as illusory as a game in reality.
The only meaningful thing that was worth praising in reality was probably their art.
But once he had a general understanding of the history of civilization, Mo Qiong realized that there were many things that did not conform to the rules of social development.
For example, the framework of civilization was rather rough. There were many city-states on this continent, and the countries formed scattered alliances. There were even barbarians in the north.
Language aside, the countries in the middle spoke Chinese, while the barbarians in the north spoke a completely incomprehensible language.
As for the words, they had not changed for ten thousand years, which was unbelievable.
On Earth, just in a few thousand years, the language and words had changed countless times.
Not to mention the class system, he did not know about other places, but just looking at the current kingdom, the class system had been fixed for close to ten thousand years.
Even if there was a change of dynasty, the class system itself had not changed.
In addition, there was also the production structure, the military system, the official system, the business chain, and the agricultural chain. All of these had only changed once ten thousand years ago, and continued to this day.
What was even more unbelievable was that not only did their magic civilization not improve, but it was also declining.
It was fine if technology did not improve, after all, this was a magic world. But as the core competitiveness, the magic system, was actually regressing.
Their ancestors were extremely powerful, and opened up the living space of today's humans in the world of beasts. In the ten thousand years that followed, the later generations had only opened up less than one ten-thousandth of it, and in the recent thousand years, there was no progress at all.
In ancient times, there were as many powerhouses as there were hairs on a cow, and magic was extremely prosperous. And now, although the status of the magic system had not been shaken, a large number of spells had been lost, and the number of powerhouses was decreasing with each generation. Almost everyone was reminiscing about the glory of ancient times, singing about the good of ancient times, and admitting that they were not as good as their ancestors.
The once glorious casting techniques and rich cultivation methods had been lost in large numbers, and some had completely disappeared, while others were buried in unknown corners.
Once someone found the remnants of ancient culture and techniques, it would immediately bring about a bloody storm, and cause great waves.
Those who could benefit from it would often become outstanding talents, and even stand at the peak of the era.
Today's Sacred Domains were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, but all of them possessed ancient legacies or ancient remnant books.
However, the reason why they were able to stand at the peak was precisely because they possessed the Ancient Remnant Records. It was the reason why they were looked up to by others.
To this, Sean even said in an extremely envious tone, "Saints have mastered the cultivation methods from thousands of years ago, or even earlier, and are extremely powerful."
When Mo Qiong heard this, he felt extremely sad.
The strongest magic was the ancient magic, the strongest technology was the ancestral secret arts, the strongest inheritance was a fragment from ten thousand years ago, and the strongest treasure was the ancient artifact.
Some of the remnants of the ancient times could still stand at the peak of this era and become the secret treasures of the country, inspiring countless people to search for and fight for them, making them the foundation for the rise of the country.
This was the sorrow of the entire civilization, and also the sorrow of the ancestors who created those technologies.
The descendants that they fought so hard to protect were actually getting worse and worse with each generation.
Could it be that after being lost for such a long time, it was impossible to recreate it? Could it be that after ten thousand years, there was no better technology to replace it?
Being lost was not the reason for the decline of a civilization. It was fine if some cultures were lost, but as the core of a civilization, how could magic technology decline? Losing it would at most affect it for a hundred years, but there would definitely be better technology born to make up for it.
Just like on Earth, the loss of technology was more because it lost its competitiveness and was eliminated by the progressive society.
There would always be better things to appear, and a new era would come. The decline of one type of productivity would definitely symbolize the rise of another.
If there was something to replace magic, then it would be fine if it declined.
However, for ten thousand years, the status of magic had never wavered. It had always been the foundation of this civilization, and had always been the most competitive system.
Under such circumstances, why would it decline? Could it be that the minds of the people in this world had been imprisoned? Had their imaginations been castrated?
No. Mo Qiong had a deep understanding of these people, and listened carefully to some things.
He realized that in this small world, the people here were rather ambitious. The people here were very emotional, and their intelligence was normal.
The details of the civilization were extremely interesting. Everyone had their own rich lives and emotions. Just the story of a small town could be told endlessly.
The richness of the bottom level, the roughness of the general direction, the wonderful details of the micro level, and the unnaturalness of the macro level made Mo Qiong feel extremely uncomfortable.
Mo Qiong deeply felt that the entire world seemed to have been strictly set. It was as if a big hand was suppressing the world.
Regarding this, the people here did not feel anything. Instead, they felt that everything was better in ancient times. The more ancient one was, the stronger one was. This was the truth.
It was as if this was a low-dimensional world in an unknown novel. The general direction had been completely fixed, and the structure had been written in general terms. Only the countless places that were not described or mentioned were completed under the evolution of the real world, and it was filled with natural brilliance.
"Is that so?"
"Then what about a realistic world? Can I go there? "
This was too much like the world of a novel. Mo Qiong read some novels and quickly accepted this idea.
He immediately used his smurf to try to imagine the world of some urban novels, and then rubbed the hearthstone. However, the game directly popped up, and the character data was lost.
He created more than ten smurfs in a row, and it was the same. In the end, he realized that as long as it was Earth, it would not work.
"Why? Only non-Earth fantasy worlds can allow game characters to exist? "
"Why? Is Earth very special? A world with Earth must be a high-dimensional world? "
After thinking for a long time, Mo Qiong, who could not think of a reason, returned to that world.
Although this world was suppressed, although this world was very low-level, the people here were rich in emotions, and their intelligence was normal.
The world was useless, but the people were useful.
Perhaps by continuously filling this world with material from the real world, it could be reborn. However, the people here were too weak, and this was a long-term project.
In the short term, it was more meaningful to bring the people here out.
When they went to Earth, even if they could only stay in a data carrier, they would still be artificial intelligence.
If they existed in the game server, computer system, or phone system, then wouldn't they become residents of the online world, a low-dimensional intelligent race?
"Sean, do you want to become stronger?" Mo Qiong asked.
Sean was stunned, and hurriedly knelt at Sheng Mu's feet. "I am willing to follow you!"
"You better think carefully. Once you leave with me, your life and death will be in my hands. Also, you can't follow me. You will only follow my incarnation." Mo Qiong said.
"Incarnation?" Sean and his wife were shocked. The Sheng Mu in front of them was already unbelievably strong. Then what was his incarnation?
As he spoke, Mo Qiong pulled Sheng Mu back and switched to a max level mage account.
Sean saw the Holy Priest in front of him disappear, and after a while, a mysterious Human Mage appeared.
"I want to bring you out of this world. This is your only chance to refuse." Mo Qiong reminded him again.
"Leave this world?" Sean's eyes widened. He looked at his wife and said, "Can I still come back?"
"Yes, I will arrange it." Mo Qiong said.
"Then I will go!" Sean took a deep breath and said.
Mo Qiong silently created a portal. After Sean and his wife said goodbye, he stepped in.
When using the portal, it did not matter where he landed. After all, Mo Qiong was the one who decided.
The first stop was not any game, but a folder on this computer, called the Edge of Reality.
When Mo Qiong cut to this folder, he saw an extremely nimble little person in the folder, looking around in astonishment. It was Sean.
After looking for a while, he tentatively went to the border of the folder, and then … jumped out.
His expression was lively, his movements were natural, and he looked like a real person.
Mo Qiong pressed the keyboard, and immediately changed the minimized Warcraft game interface to a full screen.
This action seemed to greatly alarm Sean. He directly rushed out from behind the game interface, and came to the front of the game interface. Then he stood there and looked at his home on the game interface.
At home, the mage was still there, and his wife was beside him.
He shouted at the image, but his wife did not notice. It seemed to be just a projection in front of her.
Mo Qiong cut the image and returned to the desktop. Then he opened a text and typed, "Can you see any exits in this world?"
"No … where is this?" Sean was on the verge of breaking down. He curled up in the corner of the desktop. To him, the entire space was sealed.
This space seemed to have no air or life, but he would not die.
Jumping from the folder to the desktop, and then to the image of his home, the whole feeling was absurd and bizarre. It was as if he was in the pocket of a god.
Only when Mo Qiong showed the projection could he see his home. On the other hand, if the projection was turned off, then he could only see a strange frame floating in mid-air, and behind it was a vast grassland with blue sky and white clouds.
That grassland was just the shadow of the world, and could be covered by something at any time.
This strange view was hard for him to accept. He felt fear from the bottom of his heart, and the incomprehensible oppression drove him crazy.
"Let me go back! I beg you! "Sean cried. He seemed to be on the verge of breaking down.
Mo Qiong frowned. Was the world he saw very strange? Or was he unable to accept this two-dimensional feeling?
Seeing him curled up and not moving, Mo Qiong moved the mouse over and clicked on Sean to drag him.
Sean seemed to be pulled by some force, and floated on the desktop. As the mouse moved, it was as if he was a piece of software being dragged.
But he was a living person. While being dragged by the mouse, he could still move his arms and legs, and even turn his body, struggling to turn around. One moment his back was facing Mo Qiong, the next moment his front was facing Mo Qiong.
When he was facing the 'camera', Mo Qiong could see his horrified face, and the emotions were very real.
"Drip, drip, drip." Sean was a strong man, but he was so scared that he peed. Yellow liquid was left at the bottom of the screen.
Mo Qiong moved Sean to the side, and then clicked on the ball of urine. He realized that he could drag it, and even right click opened a bunch of operations, such as cut, copy, paste, upload, compress, uninstall, rename, and so on. He could even check its attributes. It was really like a piece of software.
However, when he clicked on the attributes, the ball of urine disappeared as if it had never been there.
Mo Qiong moved the mouse over Sean, and right click opened a bunch of things.
"No! No! "Sean shouted in fear.
Mo Qiong stopped. He knew that Sean's existence must be in an uncertain state, and he definitely could not find out why it existed. Once he looked at the details of its program, the foundation of its existence would collapse, and it would collapse into a very realistic conclusion: its existence was wrong.
"Don't worry, I won't destroy you. Calm down. How do you feel? Why are you so scared? "Mo Qiong typed in the text.
Sean stuttered, "Sealed … Compressed … I don't know … It's so strange here … I don't know …"
He couldn't describe his feelings, and he couldn't describe what he saw.
This made Mo Qiong very disappointed. He looked at the large row of game icons on the desktop, and thought that he could only take him to the various game servers. If he wanted him to live purely on the desktop, he would go crazy.
First of all, it would be best if it was in 3D. He clicked on the mouse to upload it, and then thought of a place on the map of Azeroth, and sent it over.
Sean directly appeared in a certain server of Azeroth, in Goldshire Town.
Mo Qiong opened up an Alliance account and teleported. With Sean as the target, he instantly appeared beside him.
Looking at the top right corner, he found that the server was indeed random.
"Oh my god … where is this?" Sean looked at the strange and colorful game world, and felt that every blade of grass and tree here was so strange. Not far away, there were many wild wolves, wandering aimlessly.
Mo Qiong controlled another account and said, "This is Azeroth, and this is only the first stop."
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