Wang Wutian began to gradually let go of the suppression of his sense of smell, and readjusted bit by bit, allowing himself to smell the real smell of the world.
"Cultivation in life means cultivating the truth and getting rid of the false."
"Now that you have gained the truth, why should you fear and hate it?"
With the relaxation of autonomic olfactory suppression.
This moment.
The smell of this lush, vibrant primeval forest has changed again.
From the beginning, it was not much different from other aliens, except for a sharper smell perception, but the amount of smell information and the smell coverage range were greatly increased, making the whole body clearer and sharper.
Just rely on this smell information.
Realistic scenes within a radius of thousands of miles are truly presented in his brain.
It is an abstract and distorted picture that is purely mixed with various complex smell information and comprehensively constructed. It is a world unique to smell. Its sense of layered space is extremely clear, like a distorted reflection of a three-dimensional world.
And then at the next moment.
The acuity of smell increased again and returned to his current normal smell state.
All of a sudden!
The types of odor information such as various material molecules and compounds are gradually becoming larger and more complex, making the unique world cognition experienced through the sense of smell more and more exciting.
However, the flowers in full bloom from many flowers, plants, trees and vines, as well as various floral fragrances, have also restored their true scent information.
That's pure stench.
Various strong and complex strange odors were mixed together and affected each other. The confusion suppressed other huge odor information, giving Wang Wutian an extremely uncomfortable sensory experience.
"This taste...it's really delicious!" He couldn't help but smacked his tongue secretly.
The purely natural smell made him blink his eyes and make him feel a little sick.
His pale and ugly face looked like he had drunk fake wine.
He held the tree trunk next to him with one hand and took the initiative to inhale the air with his nose, immersing himself in it, trying to adapt to the real smell of the world as quickly as possible, so that he could use his extraordinary sense of smell.
"Eh? That's not right!"
"These strong odors should not only be released by flowers."
He turned his head and looked at the tree trunk he was holding on to, then looked down at the grass at his feet.
Wang Wutian casually tore off a section of the leaf, put it under his nose, and sniffed vigorously, resisting the influence of the strong stench and carefully distinguishing the different differences in the confusing smell.
"As expected!"
"I smelled it right, it was indeed mixed with other fishy smells."
He frowned slightly and immediately threw away the grass blades in his hands.
The look on his face unconsciously was like throwing away a disgusting and filthy thing.
"Those fishy odors are also mixed with metabolic impurities and garbage toxins inside the cells. The mixture of many different odors makes the odor I smell so strong and disgusting."
How smelly are cellular metabolic impurities and waste toxins?
Wang Wutian recalled the smelly, black mixed substances expelled from his body in the past, which almost killed him at that time. The first reaction to others was as if his whole body had just been fished out of boiled excrement juice.
Using the word feces spraying from the pores is not enough to describe the smell and disgust.
"We must cultivate spiritual plants as soon as possible and replace these ordinary plants with spiritual plants."
"At least then, the metabolic impurities and garbage toxins belonging to the cells will no longer be smellable, and the overall odor will be much better."
"The same goes for animals..."
There is no rush to return to Dawn City.
Wang Wutian calmed down and washed himself with the strong smell of nature, allowing himself to gradually adapt to the real side.
…
…
at the same time.
Inside Dawn City, in the bedroom of the second leader in the inner city.
Zhongli Hongyi, who was as strong as a bear, lay on Meng Chudie's charming body, panting violently for a few times, then his body froze slightly, and the expression on his face quickly changed from being comfortable to being as carefree as a living sage.
The two hugged each other, breathing quietly and not speaking.
…
After a while.
Meng Chudie arched her body in Zhongli Hongyi's arms and hugged his strong body intimately.
"Brother Hongyi, can you...can you go talk to the big leader and take out the demon soul seeds from our brains?" She spoke carefully, noticing the slight change in Zhongli Hongyi's expression, she quickly defended herself.
Said: "It's not that I don't believe in the big leader, it's just..."
"It's just that although the Demon Heart Soul Seed can help us speed up our cultivation, it can also explore our bodies at will."
"I am your woman now after all..."
Hearing this, Zhongli Hongyi was silent for a moment.
His right hand unconsciously caressed You You on Meng Chudie's charming body. The feeling of smooth and tender skin coming from his fingertips made him unable to put it down.
"You're right, it's time to take it out. We have already started practicing in the early stages."
"Now, you are one of my women after all, and your status is different."
"Although I trust Wutian very much, just like he trusts me. I believe that he will not harm us, and I believe that he will not have any thoughts about you, but leaving him like this makes me feel a little uncomfortable psychologically."
"Well, I will listen to you." Meng Chudie smiled softly and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he rested his head on Zhongli Hongyi's shoulder, thinking about it in his mind, and couldn't help but recall the situation of Yan Mengji's deceased grandfather. Her temperament changed drastically, as if she was a different person.
This made her feel inexplicably panic and fearful.
Even though Wang Wutian had told them that the Demonic Heart Soul Seed could change any memory of the host when he was imparting the Dharma, they all knew that they didn't take it seriously at that time.
Because they simply don't know what consequences rewriting their memories will bring to themselves.
It's one thing to hear what others say.
But seeing it with your own eyes is another matter, and the results are completely different.
"Am I really still myself now?" Meng Chudie couldn't help but mutter to herself, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"What are you or not yourself?" Hearing the whisper of the person next to the pillow, Zhongli Hongyi asked curiously, and saw Meng Chudie turning to look at him blankly, and asked worriedly: "Brother Hongyi, do you still remember the dream?"
What’s the matter with Ji’s grandfather?”
"Our current character, is it really our own character?"
"Or is it a character that was distorted and modified later?"
"Why do we...why would we have unconditional and absolute trust in the big leader? Is there really no problem with this?"
This series of confused and worried questions seemed to be asking myself and him.
Although the sound is very weak.
But when it fell into Zhongli Hongyi's ears, it was as loud as a bell, making him lose consciousness and remain silent for a long time.