In a small alley in London, Zuo Qingcang stepped out of a black shadow.
The air was muddy and moist, and the road was paved with gravel.
Looking at one of the most prosperous cities in the world, Zuo Qingcang frowned slightly. To him, this place — the London of 1900 — was just a large village.
Wearing a black silk robe, Zuo Qingcang strolled through the streets of London. His eyes flashed as he pondered. At the same time, he scanned the skies of London with his True Energy to collect all kinds of information.
The United Kingdom was the strongest country in the world in 1900. Zuo Qingcang came to this place. He strolled on the streets, ignoring the strange gazes from the white people around him. He subconsciously gathered information about the entire London while thinking about other things.
Recently, he didn't just develop New Beijing. While trying to expand his forces and unify the world, he also repeatedly studied the information given to him by Bai Chou.
The experimental world he was in was just as he guessed. It was both real and fake.
This artificial divine realm was invented by a man called Domtricke.
The reason for inventing the artificial world was to pursue a state called "ultimate." It would allow the owner of the artificial world to be omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent in this world.
However, this invention was destined to have its own flaws. Due to the interference of the outside world, Domtricke couldn't achieve omnipotence in the artificial world, let alone outside of this world.
However, the artificial world attracted the attention of others and was eventually used for other purposes.
Some of the information was revealed from the information, while some were speculated by Zuo Qingcang. However, Zuo Qingcang was not able to speculate on where the artificial Divine Realm was going to be used at the end, or where the current tests were to be carried out. It was also not mentioned in the information.
However, there was no doubt that the artificial world was extremely powerful. Its principle was to use four-dimensional matter as the foundation to form a projection of the lower world in the ordinary universe. The projection could then be used to piece together a supercomputer in the higher dimension, and through the influence of the higher dimension on the lower dimension, it could directly manipulate the lower dimension.
That is, using a lower dimension to influence a higher dimension, and using a higher dimension to manipulate a lower dimension.
To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like stacks of hypothetical two-dimensional newspapers were pieced together into a three-dimensional robot, and this three-dimensional robot was used to modify the two-dimensional newspaper content.
This was equivalent to elevating a pure matter without consciousness, cultivation, and evolution to the realm of a high-dimensional life form. It could be said to be a miraculous creation.
But even in this analogy, the number of newspapers might be infinite, not to mention the difficulty of achieving this goal in reality.
Therefore, the principle sounded ridiculous, and the structure seemed impossible. This was Zuo Qingcang's evaluation of the artificial Divine World. Or maybe it was because there was no detailed theoretical guidance.
Therefore, Zuo Qingcang firmly remembered the inventor of the artificial Divine World, Domdrik, in his mind.
Zuo Qingcang found it hard to imagine how complicated the structure of a computer that could operate an entire world and even perform high-dimensional combinations would be. It was simply unimaginable.
After understanding some simple principles, Zuo Qingcang originally hoped to use his own strength to see through the flaws of the artificial divine realm and find a way to interfere with the super-dimensional computer.
But no matter how he used the quantum foam, entanglement mimicry, and the ability of his left eye, he could no longer perform data manipulation like last time. It seemed that the experimental party had patched up the loophole.
So in the end, Zuo Qingcang could only unify the world first, and then slowly search for clues related to his left eye.
Just as Zuo Qingcang was thinking about this, a London police officer stopped in front of him. The officer raised his big nose up high and looked down at Zuo Qingcang. He tapped the black and hard police baton in his hand and said coldly, "Yellow monkey, where are you from?"
Zuo Qingcang frowned. His True Energy swept out, and he basically understood what was going on.
Seeing that Zuo Qingcang didn't say anything, the officer thought that he didn't speak English. He sneered and said to his subordinates, "Search him."
A foreign student wearing a suit walked up and said, "Wait, why are you searching him?" He spoke with a London accent.
"And who are you?"
"I'm a foreign student from Qing," the young man said. "You have no right to search people's bodies."
"Hmph." The officer knocked the foreign student's shoulder with his baton. The foreign student screamed, and the big-nosed officer kicked him to the ground. Recently, the Boxers had emerged in China and killed many Catholics. Even many foreigners were killed along with them.
Then, the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded Beijing, and Qing surrendered.
This made the status of Chinese people in Britain lower, and it also made many British people hate and discriminate against Chinese people, thinking that they were barbaric and backward, and only knew how to launch terrorist attacks.
Seeing the foreign student from China lying on the ground with his teeth bared, the officer grinned disdainfully. He pointed his baton at Zuo Qingcang and said, "A lady's purse was stolen nearby. I now suspect that you have something to do with it. Help him take off his clothes."
The surrounding Caucasians began to whisper, but their eyes were filled with mockery and schadenfreude.
But … so what?
In Zuo Qingcang's eyes, regardless of whether it was the police, the overseas students, or the white people who were watching in the surroundings, their physical structures were not worth mentioning. Their consciousness seas were as insignificant as saliva, and their thoughts and actions were meaningless.
Therefore, looking at the approaching police, Zuo Qingcang's expression did not change, and his eyes did not change. He did not even pay much attention to them. He just waved his hand as if he was swatting flies, and the two policemen flew out directly. They broke through many walls and smashed into many houses, and their whole bodies turned into a mass of flesh and blood.
"Ah … Ah … Ah … Ah …"
That policeman with a big nose looked at Zuo Qingcang with his mouth agape, unable to say a single word for a very long time. It was as if he had seen a scene from hell. The surrounding Caucasians screamed and backed off. They were like waves that receded, instantly revealing large areas of empty land.
Hearing the screams, the big-nosed officer immediately reacted. In a panic, he pulled out his pistol and aimed at Zuo Qingcang, shouting, "Don't move, don't move, I'm going to shoot!"
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