"Virtual personality?" The boy couldn't help it again and asked: "In this world, what is the difference between reality and virtuality? You are here now, where is she?"
"The reason why virtuality is virtual is that it does not belong to reality." The witch lowered her eyelids and replied in a very soft voice: "But precisely because of this, two souls can stay in the same 'body' safely...
But as I grew up, her body became weaker and weaker."
"The stronger I am, the closer she is to being completely 'false'. But the longer I stay in the dreamland, the stronger I inevitably become... In order to prevent the 'reality' from completely disappearing, so for a long time,
I will take the initiative to choose to sleep."
At this point, the witch suddenly smiled: "Did you find it interesting? When she was outside, she wanted to be lazy and sleep all day long, so she didn't have to practice those boring magic spells... But after coming to the dreamland, sleeping became
It’s a very luxurious thing. While trying to get rid of this illusory world, at the same time, I have to fall asleep in the illusion.”
Zheng Qing listened silently to this plain and somewhat cruel story.
"What about now?" His eyes followed the gentle slope and landed on the top of Mount Kara. The night was covered with snow, exuding a deep chill: "Why are you waking up now?"
"Because she needs help," the witch's answer was a little beyond Zheng Qing's expectations: "You stayed in that old house for too long, so long that I woke up from my uneasiness... I should have been sleeping for a long time.
After a while, when she wakes up now, I think it is Merlin who bless her and help her return to the real world."
He couldn't help but interrupt: "Do you know the consequences of helping her?"
"Consequences?" She puffed her lips, just like the little witch a long time ago: "Of course I know... This is her last journey back to reality, and maybe it is also the last time I am awake."
"Aren't you worried that you will disappear?"
"Why do you use the scary word 'disappear'? I am the projection in her dream. What is the difference between us inside and outside the dream? Everyone has the unwillingness to wake up from a beautiful dream and wants to fall asleep again to find that piece of land.
Dream...if she wants to see me, she still has a chance after falling asleep."
Zheng Qing didn't know if this was considered self-comfort.
Because the difference between ordinary dreams and fantasy dreams is much greater than assembly language and high-level language. Ordinary dreams are like soil, and countless ordinary dreams are connected to each other, laying a solid foundation for the birth of fantasy dreams.
"You may disappear completely." The wizard emphasized again.
The witch raised her eyebrows and said in a displeased tone: "Does my disappearance and existence have anything to do with you? In fact, you didn't know me before this... Instead of worrying about a ghost that has little to do with you, you
We should consider how to find a way in the sky and bring her back to reality."
Zheng Qing subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the gloomy night.
Sad mist surrounds the silent mountain top, surrounded by dense and majestic clouds. They stroll slowly and leisurely. The clouds cover the peak, blocking the moonlight and intensifying the night.
"Where is this?" the wizard asked with some uncertainty.
"The top of Mount Kela, as you heard from the memory of the mountain, was once the place where the gods resided. The earth gods in the dreamland cast powerful magic on this mountain top to expel every soul that came close.
...They don't like mortals to see their images and talk about their traces... Before ordinary people go up the mountain, they will be trapped in the old house at the foot of the mountain, studying how to go up the mountain day after day, and eventually become
Part of the old house.”
"Why do you know this?"
"After staying in the Dreamland for a long time, it is inevitable that you will know more." The witch smiled and threw another new melon to Zheng Qing: "For example, the current owner of the old house is a famous person in the Dreamland more than three hundred years ago.
The sage Balsa, who was also the mentor of the Great Elder Attar in the Temple of Uzzah... He originally wanted to climb to the top of the mountain to spy on the gods, but was eventually frightened crazy by what he saw, and was trapped in that house and could never get out again.
went."
"Balse?" Zheng Qing frowned: "I remember that the dark wizard is called Engla."
"Every soul bound in the house is called Engla. But before they became Engla, they all had their own real names."
Zheng Qing licked his dry lips, thinking of the twisted figure in the old house, and finally realized the biggest risk he was facing now. He looked around and asked uneasily: "Where are those earth gods now? Why are Balce there?
Scared crazy?"
"Because he is greedy for knowledge that does not belong to him." The witch said calmly, without any intention of evaluation: "You are lucky that you maintained the most basic trading principles when dealing with that old house... And that old house...
It is the most important node among all the magic that the gods have attached to Mount Kela."
"As for those earth gods, many of them have disappeared in history... Some of them were eaten by demons, some were captured by schools and locked up in laboratories, some had conflicts with passers-by deep in the starry sky and were beaten to death.
Some have changed their names and lingered in some hidden corners, making it difficult for ordinary people to find their traces... The cat god in Usa City was once one of them."
Zheng Qing immediately thought of the extremely weak and distant sigh when the thought of 'climbing the mountain' echoed in his heart. He suddenly realized that it should be the earth god who still existed in this world. He noticed that the rules of Mount Kara had been broken and issued a sigh.
Sigh.
"Then why did Great Elder Atal tell us this way home?" Zheng Qing suddenly didn't understand the temple priest's thoughts. He originally thought that Atal was just a warm-hearted and kind old man.
"Many reasons." The witch stretched out her little hand and closed her short fingers one by one: "He wants to rescue his mentor, so he needs a new soul to replace Balce and stay in the old house of Engla; he has received your invitation
The sacrifice, according to the rules of the gods, must give the correct answer; he serves Bastet, but resists Bastet, etc. He has a very interesting, very sincere, but full of contradictions soul
.”
Zheng Qing chose to give up analyzing the soul of a more than 400-year-old wizard on this wind-filled mountaintop and instead focused on more pressing matters.
"what should I do?"
"You should discuss it with your companions," the witch glanced at the staggering figures on the ground: "I can provide you with some pointers after you make your choice, but I can't make a choice for you before you make your choice... This
These are the few rules the gods left on the top of the mountain."
"Only the soul that leaves this world has the right to choose the 'Tao'."