"The soul is an indestructible substance that can only be destroyed by the doomsday and the legendary power of the underworld."
"It seems that there are countless secrets hidden in super-dimensional space and time."
"Consuming 10,000 units of extra-dimensional energy?"
"Then can I be promoted directly now?"
The voice of the super-dimensional system sounded again, "10,000 units of super-dimensional energy is just a consumption for shaping the soul."
"To truly complete the shaping of the soul, you must trigger a thinking disaster."
"What is the calamity of thinking?"
"The end of thinking is essentially your own reconstruction of your own thinking."
"The existence of thinking is a structure that cannot withstand the power of ultra-dimensional space and time, and it cannot understand the existence of ultra-dimensional space and time."
"So you need to reconstruct your thinking so that it can be completely closed and complete the basic structure of the soul."
"When you complete the closed structure of your mind and the basic structure of your soul, the extra-dimensional energy will be filled into the foundation as flesh and blood to build a complete soul."
Hearing this, Zhuang Wuming's eyes were full of doubts.
"Thinking disaster? Reconstruct the thinking structure."
"What can I do to cause a mental disaster?"
The mechanical voice of the super-dimensional system sounded, "Thinking disaster is actually a kind of doomsday disaster."
"But this kind of doomsday disaster is very strange. It will only happen to basic life forms."
"Especially when the basic life form is about to enter the real level, as long as you know its existence, it will come."
"Now that it has arrived, please be prepared to face the disaster of thinking."
Zhuang Wuming was stunned when he heard this, and in the next moment, an inexplicable power enveloped him.
Zhuang Wuming felt that everything around him was disappearing. When he came back to his senses, he had arrived at a magical place.
This is a long and narrow passage, dark and lightless, but Zhuang Wuming can feel that there is a straight road under his feet.
The road under your feet stretches all the way ahead, with no end in sight.
It is surrounded by endless darkness, like a void world, but this should be a special passage.
Zhuang Wuming looked solemn, "This is the calamity of thinking."
"Complete darkness? This is really weird."
Frowning, Zhuang Wuming began to walk forward along the road under his feet.
It was a dead starry sky, and he was walking on the passage.
No sound reached his ears.
Well, there was no sound even under his feet, including his own heartbeat and the subtle sound of pulling between bones and flesh.
It's pitch black here, depriving you of sight, smell, and hearing.
But for high-latitude creatures, these senses are not too important.
As time went by, he suddenly found that he had no sense of taste in his mouth, and his sense of touch was slowly disappearing and becoming numb.
"Closing the five senses?"
Although he has no five senses, his thoughts have spread out, sweeping forward, behind, and around.
His steps fell precisely on the road under his feet, without deviating from this passage at all.
Although his body continued to move forward, he no longer felt anything.
Zhuang Wuming's thoughts seemed to be exposed to infinite darkness.
The body seems to have disappeared.
He felt that he had no privacy at all and that everything about him was exposed to the outside world.
Thoughts move forward in the darkness, and the body is like a tool.
His thoughts control the entire body, down to every particle.
He suddenly had the feeling that his thoughts had turned into his own body and was moving forward.
There was still eternal darkness and void for four weeks, and there was no change because his five senses disappeared.
Time passed minute by minute, and Zhuang Wuming didn't know how long it had passed.
But slowly, Zhuang Wuming discovered a problem.
His mind is being compressed by darkness.
As he continued to advance, his thoughts were continuously compressed and gathered into his body.
It seemed as if the darkness was pressing his thoughts into his body.
When all his thoughts returned to his body, Zhuang Wuming felt as if he was isolated from the world.
This is isolation in the true sense, and he is unable to perceive everything.
Everything in the outside world is only darkness, and your own thinking can only control every quantum particle in your own body, but nothing else.
Then he stopped, knowing that there was no point in continuing like this.
This mysterious calamity of thinking has no end and can never be reached to the end.
If you want to get out from here, you can only start from yourself.
"In this doomsday, close the five senses and isolate the mind, so that everything about you can only operate in your own body."
"The only thing I can control is myself. Apart from that, nothing from the outside world can interfere or perceive it."
"It's really scary and weird."
"If I can't get out, will I be trapped here forever and eventually become a part of this darkness?"
Thinking of this possibility, his heart became more solemn.
At this point he began to notice his body.
Thoughts cover every quantum particle in his body, and Zhuang Wuming's understanding of himself has never been so clear.
Suddenly he discovered a surprising problem: his thinking was completely the structure of his body.
Heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, flesh and blood, bones and brain.
The mind is now made up exactly like the body.
Suddenly a light flashed in my heart
"Constructing the basic structure? Does it mean that the mind copies the human body and becomes a thinking human torso?"
Through thinking, he sensed his own brain.
There is the core of thinking, located in the brain, and it is the only one that has not changed at all.
"The core of thinking is the brain of thinking. Could it be said that we need to reconstruct the core of thinking into something like a brain?"
Thinking of this possibility, Zhuang Wuming's pure thoughts began to focus on the core of his thinking.
The core of thinking is completely round, like a crystal ball.
As Zhuang Wuming focused all his attention on the core of his thinking, it began to slowly change.
The structure of the core of thinking begins to change and is becoming like a brain.
At the same time, it is expanding and overlapping with the brain.
As time passed by, Zhuang Wuming was immersed in this change.
At the same time, he could also feel that the darkness outside seemed to be eroding his body.
He felt that his skin had been dyed black at this time.
The thoughts integrated into the skin were also dyed black and could no longer move in the freezing darkness.
The mind is locked in darkness.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhuang Wuming understood the danger of thinking about disaster.
Darkness will swallow everything.
At this time, he had begun to focus all his efforts on the core of his thinking and let it change quickly.