Just as Huo Yuhao was pondering, Electrolux suddenly felt his divine sense being repelled by some force.
A fragmented message, seemingly on the verge of dissipating, was transmitted from the dragon corpse to Electrolux's divine sense.
"...Leave..."
"Dragon...not...disgraced."
Electrolux's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense quickly locked onto the giant dragon's remains in the center, whose energy signature was spatial.
He sensed a fragmented divine sense at the dragon's head.
That divine sense was even more fragmented than when Electrolux first entered this world!
It was like a candle flickering in the wind.
It would probably completely dissipate into the world within a few years.
Electrolux immediately said to Huo Yuhao:
"Yuhao, an unexpected situation!"
"The spatial dragon king in the middle still has a fragment of divine sense left in the world."
"It probably still retains fragmented thinking ability."
Huo Yuhao was a little surprised. He remembered that the spatial dragon king was a major force behind the death of the dragon prince, and was torn apart by the dragon god himself.
How could it retain a fragment of divine sense under such circumstances?
"Can we continue the conversation?"
Electrolux nodded and said, "I'll try."
"It requires a wisp of life force,"
Huo Yuhao nodded, trusting that Elder Electrolux had his own methods.
Soon, Electrolux attempted to transmit a wisp of life force from the Life Gold to the tattered divine consciousness.
This life force could slightly stabilize his fragmented consciousness, at least allowing for normal conversation.
"Hmm?"
Electrolux was somewhat surprised, because he sensed that the life force was rejected.
Even though this wisp of life force could help his fragmented consciousness continue for another decade or so.
"…Thank you…"
"No…no."
"I…am guilty…"
"No…save me…"
"Cosmic…trap!"
"Let me die!!!"
A voice, almost like Morse code, reached Electrox's ears and was then shared with Huo Yuhao.
Only the last sentence, telling him to die, was a complete statement.
The others in the sea of consciousness exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what to do.
Electrox shook his head and said in an aged voice,
"You ultimately lack divine consciousness."
"That last sentence was shouted out by him burning fragments of his divine consciousness."
"A death wish, regret filled every corner of his divine consciousness."
"With a death wish, he's not worth saving."
"Yuhao, don't go over there yet."
"His mind is too crazed; we don't know what he might do."
"After this burning, that wisp of his divine consciousness will completely disappear from the world in a year."
"At that time, these three dragon corpses will be completely harmless, and we can use them without worry."
"I can even turn them into undead creatures!"
"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll go study alchemy."
Electrox's words had barely faded when he transformed back into a small gray sphere.
Gray energy swirled around him, and his divine consciousness fell into deep thought.
Huo Yuhao returned to reality. Since Electrolux had said so, he would wait a year before excavating the three dragon corpses.
He wasn't short of time at the moment.
Looking at the pile of nonsensical documents on the desktop, Huo Yuhao simply used his mental power to imprint them all and then sent them to the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm in his Sea of Spirit.
You'll never believe why I moved to…
•
After evolving, Tianmeng's mental power reached the Spirit Realm, and her thinking speed and calculation ability increased exponentially.
She could easily handle repetitive paperwork, which was
a good way to counteract the recent overload on her mother's mind.
Huo Yuhao, meanwhile, used his mental power to seal off the office, retrieved his alchemy notes from his storage soul tool, and mentally copied another copy, tossing it to Tianmeng's Ice Silkworm.
Then he began researching limitless techniques.
Tianmeng saw a pile of documents falling from the sky in his mental sea, along with an alchemy notebook.
His entire being turned gray.
He silently pulled on his hood; only this could give him some warmth.
Then, he used his mental power to divide his thinking ability in two, using one half to process the documents and the other half to ponder alchemy.
The Golden Tortoise Shell, lying in the distance, watched Tianmeng occasionally pull his hair and attack his right hand with his left.
This was the first time he had divided his thinking ability in two, a kind of left-brain attack on right-brain.
The Golden Tortoise Shell then thought it was quite nice that his parents hadn't inherited any mental attributes from him.
At least he wouldn't be used like a computer. Golden Tortoiseshell chuckled, feeling a bit sleepy, and fell asleep next to Tianmeng.
Tianmeng felt that fate was indeed unfair. He had to painstakingly study alchemy while simultaneously pondering documents.
And this dead turtle, the team's useless bum! The fish that slacks off!
He could actually lie down and sleep openly next to him!
Tianmeng couldn't help but pull his hood down again to cover his eyes, preventing any sudden drops of pearls.
"Brother really carries too much on his shoulders."
"Dead turtle, just you wait, once I learn alchemy, you'll be the first one I get my hands on!"
"Also, why are these alchemy notes so messy!"
"Some parts don't make any sense, and what do these scribbles mean?!"
Tianmeng immediately put on a mask of pain, organizing the notes while studying.
There was no other way; Huo Yuhao's alchemy notes were for his own use.
He never intended to use them to teach others, and many parts were just things he wrote down on a whim.
This often resulted in pages discussing the six basic inscriptions one day and then suddenly turning into pages detailing the structure of gathered inscriptions the next.
He could only trouble Tianmeng again; Huo Yuhao would remember his contribution.
"A limitless technique..."
Huo Yuhao tapped his head with his pen. To achieve this technique, the inscription structure must be based on fire and water element inscriptions.
One enhances energy conversion, the other constructs a spatial model.
However, the core inscriptions needed careful consideration.
"Collect inscriptions, flip inscriptions, compress inscriptions, isolate inscriptions, cut inscriptions,"
Huo Yuhao wrote down the inscriptions that came to mind on paper, constantly arranging them.
Then, he used the Spirit Eye Card brain to calculate and find the optimal arrangement.
Sometimes, when the computing power was insufficient, he directly transmitted the data to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, allowing it to allocate some of its mental energy to assist in the calculations.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was truly useful; its computing power was absolutely comparable to the quantum computer 550A.
Being able to monopolize an entire quantum computer was heaven for a researcher.
Tianmeng Bingcan felt like a heartless computing machine, his mind filled with numbers and formulas.
It was all 0s and 1s.
He felt like he was becoming zero.
He could even clearly feel all his emotions fading in the face of these numbers and formulas.
His beloved Bingbing was slowly disappearing from his mind.
His brain no longer had the space to think about those pointless romances.
Instead of thinking about how beautiful Bingbing was, he'd rather use that time to calculate an inscription or process a bunch of files.
Tianmeng Bingcan now found these formulas and data rather aesthetically pleasing.
He understood!
Emotions were merely a burden on life! Formulas and data were the ladder of evolution! This chapter is an apology. Don't worry, everyone, the author really won't write anything political; I think that's nonsense, and I won't serve it to you.
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