The leaves of the giant tree are comparable to a large tarmac.
The roots of giant trees can build highways.
The fiber holes inside the giant tree are natural culverts and internal spaces.
In other words, inside the giant tree may be more exciting than outside the giant tree.
Whether it's the main road of roots under your feet or the golden circle guidance that emerges in your mind, it proves that the road to the top of the tree crown is right here.
The top of the giant tree, which is more than 2,000 meters high, is outside the restricted air restrictions.
It is almost impossible to fly up from the outside or take advantage of opportunities.
Because that restrictive rule is highly bound to the inheritance field.
No matter which method is used, it is easy to cause the field to be shaken, leading to the collapse of the field.
So he chose to proceed honestly through the possible passage inside the tree.
I checked a little bit about the situation inside the culvert.
Zong Shen immediately took steps as he approached.
The originally relatively dark culvert gradually lit up with a light green light.
It's not the kind of dark fluorescence, but a light that's closer to natural light.
Although the green light is a little weird, at least there is no problem in seeing the road under your feet.
The culvert channel is large, but not deep.
After advancing for about a hundred meters, the front suddenly became clear.
It was a hall with another cave.
This hall doesn't look like it's inside a giant tree at all.
Because looking around, you can see smooth and smooth barriers, as well as quite soft white light.
The floor is spotless, without any dirt.
It obviously has self-cleaning properties.
There are several sections in the hall, but there are no signs or street signs.
Although it has the characteristics of an urban space, without humans or other intelligent races living there, it is just a rough place.
Many details are imperfect.
Fortunately, Zong Shen has a strategy module, just follow the golden circle mark and move forward.
Otherwise, he would still have to explore those partitions one by one.
The main function of the space on the first floor within the tree is as a transfer station.
Going up each level is consistent with the setting of a three-dimensional space.
So he walked towards the partition entrance marked by the golden circle without hesitation.
After entering, there is a vertical hollow passage similar to an elevator shaft.
Zong Shen stood in the passage, and soon a light green air flow enveloped him and floated up.
This airflow is very gentle, but its upward speed is not slow.
After ascending for less than two hundred meters, the ascending and descending process stopped.
The platform of the passage corresponds to another hall.
Zong Shen wants to change the route here.
Take the next city tree "elevator".
I followed this route four or five times.
According to the golden prompts, he had reached a position more than a thousand meters above the ground.
It is almost equivalent to the middle area of a big tree, and there is still some distance before reaching the top of the crown.
All the spaces within the tree are large but empty.
There are no decorations and no living beings.
So it seemed quite lonely and empty.
After arriving here, there is no "elevator" to continue going up.
In its place is an entrance rippling with light.
This entrance looks like a portal.
It's just that there is no space breath.
The direction pointed by the golden circle is within the entrance.
So Zong Shen stood outside and stared for a while.
【Meditator's Corridor】
【Only through the Corridor of Meditators can you find your own path】
[This is the indispensable key to the higher reaches of the city tree]
…
Sure enough, there are still tests.
Zong Shen didn't take seriously the prompts that appeared in front of him.
Just consider this part of the test.
Now it seems that this so-called [Meditator’s Corridor] should have another mystery.
There is a high probability that there are some secrets hidden in it.
At the end of the message, the act of passing through the corridor is described as the key to the higher reaches of the city tree.
The key here should not be in an abstract sense.
Zong Shen was convinced of this, and Quan was playing a level-breaking game.
After standing still for a moment, he continued to ask questions to the strategy module.
"What's in the [Meditator's Corridor]?"
The golden subtitles were refreshed quickly, with almost no delay.
(Meditation, everyone has their own meditation, face the thoughts in your heart calmly, and you will be able to pass it)
…
From this slightly ambiguous answer, Zong Shen actually found the answer.
This inheritance area is called [Illidan's place of contemplation].
There should be a reason for this.
In other words, Illidan must have thought of something here.
And the idea is crucial to itself.
So it wants the successors who come here to think about themselves.
Thinking of this, Zong Shen couldn't help but shook his head.
This kind of task without tangible goals is the most difficult to measure and grasp.
If you are not careful, you may not even know how you lost.
The strategy module can't give an answer to this either.
Because the answers everyone can get when entering are different.
There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and everyone has their own reflections.
It is impossible to compare, and even the strategy module cannot provide a reliable reference answer.
After eliminating potential dangers, Zong Shen chose to enter.
He was curious, and he also wanted to know what meditation was.
After all, active-thinking humans have countless thoughts on average every day.
These thoughts are all rooted in the soil called the subconscious mind.
The subconscious mind is the deep consciousness.
Although people cannot feel it most of the time, the subconscious mind is actually the real king of human consciousness.
He wanted to see what kind of thinking this [Meditator's Corridor] would allow him to think about.
Having made a decision in his heart, he no longer hesitated.
Immediately he stepped forward and passed through the entrance of the passage with changing light.
Circles of ripples are rippling, like a lotus flower that blooms and then closes.
The strange visual sense gave him the illusion of being hypnotized.
However, this illusion only lasted for a moment, followed by a sudden feeling of falling.
This feeling of falling occurs at the level of consciousness.
The endless decline and intensification of feelings in his consciousness made him gradually ignore some things.
When he regained consciousness again, the scene around him finally stabilized.
Even though it is still very dark, it is no longer shaking and there is no endless falling feeling.
But Zong Shen only felt a deep sense of confusion.
Not long after, the surrounding darkness dispersed, revealing an old-fashioned teaching building with real stone paint on the outside.
This is the roof.
The sun was setting in the distance, and the orange twilight dimmed half of the sky.
The fluttering clouds swayed in front of the sunset that turned into fiery red, gold and orange.
Zong Shen also suddenly arrived at the rooftop. His figure had changed. He was wearing a short-sleeved school uniform with light green edges, and his ankles in white socks were dangling.
This is his high school years.
In the past, he always liked to take time to sit on the rooftop alone for a while.
He was still very young at that time, with the ambition and ideas of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.
Living in a childish ivory tower.
There are countless ideas in my mind.
Exaggerated, false, objective, and sad.
The brain is like swimming in a boundless sea of imagination.
Active thinking is scary.
At this time, Zong Shen seemed to have forgotten the identity of the lord.
He was a little tired and a little confused.
Gradually substitute yourself into your subconscious mind at a certain age.
"What exactly do I...want?"
He held his head and didn't seem to notice that the sunset in the distance had stopped setting.
The clouds that should have drifted away are still in place.
The climate and environmental changes here are in a strange state of stillness.
Zong Shen did not go back in time and space, he just came to the subconscious world.
Here he will stay focused and eliminate all distracting thoughts.
What he is thinking about now is what he wants.
"The girl I have a crush on also likes me?"
"No, although this is tempting, it's not what I really want."
"Have enough money?"
"It doesn't seem right either..."
Zong Shen kept questioning himself, which seemed to be a mechanical repetition.
This is an exhaustive method of rummaging through memory.
In fact, no one knows what he wants better than him.
It's just that such real desires are often buried in the ruins of memory.
Under the impact of countless thoughts and desires, it was dizzying and gradually deviated from the direction.
Under such circumstances, no one knows how much time has passed.
Because at the level of consciousness, time is meaningless.
A moment is eternity.
Even in a subconscious state, he will ignore the factor of time.
The scenery in the distance still hasn't changed, Zong Shen is moving forward like a character in a fast-forwarding camera.
It seems that not too long ago, the advantages of the exhaustive method were finally revealed.
He finally found what he longed for most in every time period and every cognitive moment.
That is [security].
Wealth, ideals, or the pursuit of love are essentially building your own sense of security.
Later he came to the Endless Continent and became a lord.
His core appeal is also a sense of security.
A larger territory, more citizens, stronger strength...
Everything he does is for security.
As long as the territory is large enough, there are enough people under it, and the strength is strong enough, then he will have an unbreakable sense of security.
He works hard to become stronger and explore, in fact, it is for the sake of security.
After clarifying this point, Zong Shen, who was sitting on the edge of Tiantian, had a flash of understanding in his eyes.
Although I don’t have the feeling of being enlightened, putting down the butcher’s knife and becoming a Buddha immediately.
But it also made his heart extremely determined.
The path forward seems to be quite clear.
Then the state of enlightened thoughts came, and his whole person was separated from the subconscious scene.
Those external memories returned and he recalled everything.
"Does it feel safe?"
"I never thought I would be an insecure person."
Zong Shen stood there and murmured to himself, reaching out and touching his nose.
He always thought he was a bold dog.
He attributes his efforts to become stronger to the fact that he is too curly.
However, the core reasons behind these behaviors are ignored.
It is precisely because he lacks enough security in his heart!
Because I lack a sense of security, I have to become stronger.
The two are causally related.
After clarifying this point, Zong Shen's heart suddenly became enlightened.
Concepts that had become somewhat vague before have now become clear again.
There is also a kind of power that comes from the root of faith and emerges from the bottom of the heart.
Taking a deep breath, Zong Shen suddenly stood up and stood on the edge of the rooftop of the subconscious scene.
The motionless sunset in the distance slowly set, and the drifting clouds drifted away.
It seems that just for an instant, this subconscious world has a certain charm.
Zong Shen closed his eyes, and his consciousness immediately separated from his subconscious.
A strong sense of retrospection appeared, as if time and space were traveling backwards, or some kind of life retrospection.
When he regained consciousness again, he appeared in a smaller tree hole hall.
The entrance to the [Thinker's Corridor] disappeared, and Zong Shen didn't even know how he appeared here.
"Changes in time and space, or spiritual magic?"
He was slightly surprised in his heart.
There is indeed something about the [Meditator’s Corridor].
You must know that his mental and spiritual resistance are almost full.
It stands to reason that even if you are attacked, you won't be attacked silently.
This is enough to show the uniqueness of [Meditator’s Corridor].
Upon closer inspection, that may not fall into the category of mind or mind control.
More strictly speaking, it should be guidance.
It guided Zong Shen into his subconscious world.
It is equivalent to letting him control himself.
Therefore, it is understandable that mental power and psychic resistance cannot be used as they should.
Due to the lack of subconscious concept of the passage of time.
He didn't know how long the period of contemplation had passed.
After asking about the strategy module, I found that only about five minutes had passed.
But he obviously spent a lot of time in his subconscious.
Fortunately, now that I'm unaware, it doesn't matter.
“I didn’t expect that my core appeal was actually a sense of security.”
"It turns out that I am an insecure person."
Zong Shen rubbed the stubble on his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.
His prudence, caution, and selfishness are all ultimately to satisfy a sense of security.
"Interesting, it seems that this inheritance of self-contemplation still has some benefits."
I have to say that although the process of meditation is not complicated, the effect is very effective. Zong Shen does feel a lot more relaxed now.
The confusion that had been lingering in my mind before was cleared away.
This feeling is still very comfortable.
Of course, no specific benefits can be seen yet.
After all, thinking about this thing is a matter of benevolence and wisdom.
Some people are stuck in a life-long struggle to figure out what they really want.
And what some people do vaguely corresponds to their own desires.
Zong Shen is the latter, and Illidan is obviously the former.
If Illidan wasn't suffering in his heart, there would be no need to meditate at all.
This is why there is a saying that "everyone's heart is his own prison".
Zong Shen recalled the lingering thoughts brought about by that moment of realization.
It’s a rare opportunity to relax and clear out the garbage in your brain.
Of course he was in a hurry.
Allow yourself to slow down, both in terms of pace and mind.
