paranoianovel Chapter 2609 The Boundary Between Illusion and Reality
Chapter 2609 The Boundary Between Illusion and Reality
Chapter 2609 The Boundary Between Illusion and Reality
Yes, even with the Black Dragon God's power to possess Zhong Wuhan's sea of consciousness, he also fell into an unconscious slumber due to the mystery of the womb, which could only be awakened by the Bright Lamp—although this was also something He Himself did intentionally.
Some laws are so powerful that even beings closest to the Dao of Heaven must abide by them.
"What about the descent of the Heavenly Demons?" He Lingchuan pressed. "When their divine souls descend, isn't that equivalent to possessing a physical body?"
"If the descent of the Heavenly Demons were easy, what have they been doing all these past few thousand years?"
He Lingchuan immediately said, "The body and soul are mismatched, and the power is mismatched."
"Isn't that also a limitation of the laws?" the Great Shaman said. "The laws are endless and their manifestations are varied, but they are all limitations. Some hinder us, and some hinder the Heavenly Demons. If the Heavenly Demons want to successfully descend to the divine realm, they must also find ways to break through the limitations of these laws."
“But I’ve heard another perspective,” He Lingchuan persisted. “What is false and what is real are essentially defined by the frame of reference between them. When the frame of reference changes, the false and the real change. As the saying goes, when falsehood is taken for truth, truth becomes falsehood; when truth is taken for falsehood, falsehood becomes truth.”
This is what Qianhuan Zhenren said.
As the most powerful mirage in the world, it has unique insights into the principles of illusion and reality, truth and fantasy, and believes that these two can be transformed into each other.
“That makes sense,” Zhao Mandu laughed. “Alright, let’s continue along your lines of reasoning. If there’s a point of reference between the virtual and the real, then that point of reference is the boundary, the barrier of the laws. To return from the virtual to the real means to ‘break the limit,’ which is—”
He Lingchuan blurted out: "Break this boundary?"
"good."
He Lingchuan's heart sank, and he asked further, "If we look at my nightmares, where is the boundary for the Great Square Pot to return from illusion to reality?"
Zhaomandu countered, "Don't you already know the answer in your heart?"
"The Panlong Secret Realm?" He Lingchuan pondered. "Do we really have to break through the Panlong Secret Realm?"
That was the Panlong Secret Realm that he painstakingly created!
Is this the reason why the chaos representing the laws of the Great Square Pot frequently collided with the Panlong Secret Realm?
Because the Panlong Secret Realm blocked its path—
The road to reality.
He Lingchuan recalled that the Great Square Pot had consumed the body of the Hidden God Lord three years ago. It was no exaggeration to call it a unique and rare artifact in the world, which may have helped the Great Square Pot perfect its deduction ahead of time.
After all, it has eaten far too many rare and precious things over the years, including several true immortals and great gods.
Has the condition for the Dafanghu to return from emptiness to fullness been met?
"No destruction, no construction." Zhao Mandu stared at him. "When the old rules are broken, new rules will also emerge."
He Lingchuan's eyes flickered slightly: "But what's the price?"
Zhao Mandu laughed, saying each word clearly:
"Every action has a price. General Tiger Wing must know this all too well."
Every action has a cause and effect.
Every choice comes with a price.
“Yes,” He Lingchuan sighed, then changed the subject, “What if my nightmare hadn’t come true, Panlong City hadn’t lost, and had survived under the pressure from Beijia?”
What He Lingchuan really wanted to ask was, if Panlong City had not been destroyed in the final battle, what would have happened to it, and what would have happened to the world?
"That's truly remarkable." The Great Shaman's lips curled into a smile. "What has Panlong City desired most all along?"
He asked what Panlongcheng wanted, not what Zhong Shengguang wanted.
He Lingchuan thought for a moment: "Survival and development."
He was also a member of Panlongcheng, and no one understood Panlongcheng's desires better than him.
Zhao Mandu then asked, "So, General Tiger Wing, what do you want?"
“Me?” He Lingchuan pursed his lips, speaking clearly and distinctly, “I hope that this world can reclaim the vitality stolen by the Heavenly Demon, and that all things will flourish from now on! I also hope that after wading through the path of blood and fire in the future, I will still have the opportunity to lay down my butcher’s knife and enjoy a peaceful and prosperous world.”
The high shaman was somewhat surprised: "I thought you would be like the king, determined to expel the heavenly demons."
He Lingchuan scoffed: "Those who exploit the living beings of this world are not limited to the Heavenly Demons."
“That’s true. Few people are as insightful as General Tiger Wing.” The Great Shaman gazed at the mirage in the sky and said slowly, “When that time comes, I think Panlong City will get what it wants. And you will get what you want too.”
“Okay.” He Lingchuan took a deep breath. “It’s worth a try.”
As expected, his second trial has begun.
Just then, the sound of creaking stairs came from below, and the shop owner poked his head out:
"A high shaman?"
"what happened?"
"A customer came to your shop for divination just now, but you didn't open the door. Then he heard you were here, so..."
"Alright, I'll come down now." The high shaman was also very amiable and quickly walked down from the attic.
The person who came to ask for divination was a middle-aged man. Judging from his clothes, he was a merchant, and he had large eye bags.
"Great Shaman, my son went to Yuheng City on business half a year ago and hasn't returned. He sent a letter two months ago, and then there was absolutely no news of him." The merchant's eyes were sunken, and he looked like he hadn't slept well at all. "Could you tell me for me, is he... is he still alive?"
"Okay." Zhao Mandu didn't try to be mysterious and asked the shopkeeper for a small round cup.
This bowl is for stewing soup.
He Lingchuan, who had just come down, was stunned, because Zhao Mandu pulled out six dice from his pocket.
Then he threw three of the dice into the cup, shook them a few times in his hand, and then turned them upside down on the table.
"..." So the true face of the great shaman is that of an old gambler? Even his divination tools are gambling paraphernalia!
In front of everyone, the great shaman calmly revealed the secret.
To be fair, his dice and gambling equipment are not exactly the same; each side has a maximum of three red dots or three black dots.
What's being revealed now is one red dot, one red dot, and three black dots.
The merchant was puzzled: "Great Shaman, what does this mean?"
Zhaomandu: "Your son is in bad shape, but he is still alive."
The merchant seemed to trust the high shaman, and upon hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his face vigorously: "That's good, that's good!"
He Lingchuan asked him, "Have you consulted a high shaman before?"
"Yes," the merchant replied. "Six years ago, a great flood struck the wasteland, and my caravan lost a batch of valuable goods. I searched for them in vain. So I came to find the Great Shaman, and sure enough, I found them in the direction he pointed out!"
"I see." Was it really just a lucky guess?
"This isn't the only time; there will be two more. The Great Shaman is very effective!" the merchant endorsed the Great Shaman.
Zhaomandu smiled at the merchant and said, "Alright, you can go back and get a good night's sleep now."
"Thank you, Great Shaman!" The merchant thanked him profusely, paid the money, bowed to Zhaomandu, and hurriedly left.
He Lingchuan looked at the dice and felt a little itchy to try his hand at it: "Great Shaman, can you help me calculate it too?"
(End of this chapter)