"You can understand me as a computer infected with a virus." Jiutian could only use this description to tell Ran Kong in the end.
Ran Kong frowned. This sentence was not difficult to understand, but she wanted to know what the virus was called and where it came from.
There are not many things that can arouse Ran Kong's interest, but understanding this unknown thing is one of them.
"It will gradually erode your secret power and mental power. What will happen when it completely takes over your body?" Ran Kong asked.
"Maybe he will die? Or..." Jiutian paused, "go crazy?"
"How much longer?"
"At this current rate, there will still be about thirteen months?"
Thirteen months, that is about a year.
Ran Kong fell into silence.
"If I lose control again, Zhuo Lei and San San San have promised to kill me." Jiutian said, "Although my power has been being replaced... it doesn't seem to have affected my evolution.
The breakthrough did not affect the use of my power."
"It may seem like I'm bragging, but with the speed of my progress, who in this world can kill me in the future is only you and Zhuo Lei, who are thirty-three."
Jiutian said it very seriously.
"If you are interested then you can take action."
"Have you never thought about finding a way to heal yourself?" Ran Kong was a little confused.
"I have tried it. In addition to secret power and spiritual power, I have also tried many other regular powers. They either don't work, or they are assimilated and cannot affect it at all."
"What about mental strength?"
Jiutian's eyebrows trembled.
"Xinli, you haven't tried it, right?" Ran Kong seemed to have discovered something wrong, "Have you not tried it, or don't you want to try it?"
"What's the difference?"
"You are stupid for not trying. If you don't want to try, you want to die." Ran Kong looked at him.
"You want to die?"
He didn't answer her for a long time.
"Because of Wen Yunyun?"
"Don't try to guess me." Jiutian's eyes suddenly turned cold, "And don't apply those ordinary people's practices to me."
"I don't want to die, and I don't want to explain too much."
"That's it for now."
After saying that, Jiutian turned his head away and no longer looked at Ran Kong.
The girl was also stunned by his reaction. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to her like this. The tone of others chatting with her was either awe-inspiring or very polite, unlike Jiutian's face, which changed at every turn.
But the girl was silent for a while and then spoke again: "If you have time, read more ancient books, not just from China, but from other civilizations as well."
After saying that, Ran Kong left without looking back. The corners of his bright red clothes brought up a gust of breeze, which picked up some petals that had fallen to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her leaving figure, and Jiutian sighed silently in his heart.
"Your attitude is too bad."
Feiya's voice suddenly sounded in my heart.
"She is right. Mental strength is indeed the best way to solve your current situation. You have known it for a long time."
"Now is not the time." Jiutian replied in his heart.
Ran Kong walked out of the garden under the gaze of everyone. She had been thinking about Jiutian's inexplicable change of attitude just now. When she looked up, she suddenly saw everyone's playful expressions and was stunned.
"Why are you laughing... so strangely?"
"Ahem!" The hyenas also realized that they had not controlled their facial expressions well, and immediately became serious.
"How was your chat?"
Ran Kong frowned as he recalled the conversation with Jiutian.
"Not very good. You are right, he is too stubborn."
"It's okay, Sister Ran. After all, he is still immersed in the previous sadness. Give him some more time." Fengcai sighed.
"I think so too." Ran Kong nodded.
Thirty-three's eyes twitched.
The two people were obviously not talking about the same thing, so they managed to chat smoothly for some reason.
Naturally, she didn't believe that Ran Kong and Jiutian were having an affair. They were not from the same world. How could they get together? There was a high probability that there was something hidden in it.
"Forget it, since you've finished talking, let's prepare to leave." Thirty-three was too lazy to think about it. As long as the matter didn't come to her head, there was no need to worry about it, and she immediately waved her hand.
"Alas, the annual gathering is over." The hyena sighed.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to send some flowers to Yunyun too." Fengcai quickly ran back to the garden again.
Wu Jian and Hyena Zhuo Lei also returned. Although they were not that familiar with Wen Yunyun, they also presented flowers to her according to etiquette.
When everyone went back and came out again, this short gathering was over, and the small grave was filled with flowers again.
Fengcai reluctantly said goodbye to Feiya, and Sansansan also said hello to Jiutian before leaving.
Although Wu Jian strongly recommended the benefits of walking in the mountains, everyone still resolutely chose to fly when they left.
Feiya watched them leave with a smile, and when she turned around, she found that Jiutian had already arrived beside her.
He stared at the back of his close friend in trance, not knowing what he was thinking.
"You can go and meet more of them." Feiya stood up from the steps and patted the dust on her skirt, "They are all good people."
"It is precisely because they are good people that I have to avoid too much contact with them. This will make it easier for them to kill me in the future." Jiutian retracted his gaze.
"Look, you have assumed that you will die in the future." Feiya stood on tiptoe, using Jiutian as a ruler to see how tall she had grown.
"I try not to die." Jiutian touched her head, "There are still 13 months, right? I will find a way."
"The method is very simple. You only need to release your mental energy to suppress the 'replacement'." Feiya wrinkled her little nose in dissatisfaction.
"We can't do it yet." Jiutian took out something from his arms and held it carefully in his hand.
It was a very exquisite pistol, with gray and white colors and gold rim as decoration. It was the gift that Wen Yunyun had given to Jiutian before - "Whispering".
"Let's try again today?" Jiutian passed the whisper to Feiya.
Feiya sighed and took the pistol that was too big for her. She needed two hands to hold the handle of the gun that Jiutian could hold with one hand.
A misty white light emanated from Feiya's palm holding Qingyu. She closed her eyes and sensed it carefully for a while before shaking her head.
"Nothing has changed."
Jiutian, who originally didn't have much hope, showed neither disappointment nor other emotions. They had had this kind of conversation many times in the past year, and both of them were used to it.
"Even though I've said it all, I still have to remind you." Feiya said seriously, "When a person's consciousness is annihilated, it means that she is completely dead."
"There is technology in the universe to create new containers for the soul, and there are even saint-level beings that can bring back the dissipated soul, but that is all based on the fact that consciousness is still there."
"The consciousness of life is the foundation of its existence. When consciousness dissipates, even those ancient civilizations and the Holy Spirit cannot bring the dead back to life."
"Since the birth of the universe, there is no case, remember, no case, no precedent of life being able to be resurrected after the consciousness has dissipated."
Jiutian listened to Feiya's words silently and took Qingyu from her hand.
He held the pistol in his palm, and his spiritual power penetrated into its core, feeling the slightest glimmer of light.
"I know, but this is the last proof of her existence in the world." Jiutian Jiang whispered carefully, "I don't want to give up until I am completely desperate."
Feiya glanced at him helplessly.
When Jiutian Baozou lost control of his body, his own consciousness almost completely fell into the endless abyss.
Until the last moment, a voice kept calling his name. That voice was like a life-saving straw, awakening Jiutian's consciousness and preventing him and the world from the worst ending.
Jiutian originally thought that the sound was made by Xiao Qi. After all, Xiao Qi was the only one around him at that time. However, this guess was denied by Xiao Qi himself.
So who could it be? Could it be that I really heard it wrong?
Until he touched Qingyu and penetrated his spiritual power into it, he actually felt a familiar aura.
That is the soul power that belongs to Wen Yunyun.
But when Jiutian looked at it more deeply, he found that they were just some remaining fragments of consciousness. Her true soul and complete consciousness had long since dissipated in the explosion.
After Fiya learned about this incident, she made a guess: The whispers created by Wen Yunyun needed to adapt to the use of Jiutian's mental power, so they had the property of "carrying souls" without her knowledge.
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When Wen Yunyun's body and soul passed away, the stimulated Jiutian's psychological defense collapsed, causing another self representing Mitian to take the opportunity to occupy the body and use Qingyu as a weapon. By chance, unexpectedly,
Some of Wen Yunyun’s remaining consciousness fragments were collected in the whispers.
But even if there is a whisper as a container, the fragments of consciousness that have lost their complete soul will still gradually disappear over time.
The only way to keep them unchanged is to continuously inject external force to maintain the state of the fragments.
This force cannot be too strong, nor is it too weak. It must be kept at the level where "power can be continuously injected, but not so strong that it can be dispersed."
But for Jiutian, who is already in the white bud stage, both his secret power and his spiritual power are unbearable for the fragments of consciousness that are only in the latent seed stage.
Then there's only one option left: mental effort.
The concept of mental power is illusory, but it can indeed be cultivated and improved through methods that suit you.
Especially the talent of the people on earth in mental cultivation, which even amazed Orsho.
This power itself has no offensive power at all, and even the mental power of a saint-level life cannot cause damage to ordinary people.
But at the same time, this power can also act on the willpower of life and other spiritual aspects, making it a perfect choice for maintaining fragments of consciousness.
Judging from Jiutian's current mental strength cultivation, he can just provide him with an endless supply of strength.
But at the same time this creates another problem:
Once he devoted his energy to maintaining the fragments of consciousness, Jiutian could no longer suppress the invasion of his body by another self.