Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - Chapter 3258
Chapter 3258: Gold Horn, Blow!
Li Yao was greatly shocked.
The will of the earth tried to lock onto and eliminate the interference of the mental devil, but its attacks were resolved by the mental devil one by one.
“It’s useless. I believe that it must be very difficult for you to activate the super permissions right now. You activated it when you were faced with Traveler Dream a few days ago. Just now, you activated it a second time and hid it in the same area of your brain. I can clearly sense your fatigue and weakness. I can even sense the form and structure of every ripple that you release. I know you better than you know me!”
The mental devil said coldly, “I’ve seen through all your tricks. I know that you are in an extremely weak ‘cooldown’. This is the real winner!
Hum! Hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum!
While the mental devil was sneering, noises that sounded like bees dancing echoed all around the command room, especially below.
Noises flooded into the command room through the invisible gaps like a tide and drowned the small chamber. The will of the earth was entirely enveloped, too!
…
Below the command room, in an even larger underground warehouse, Zhang Daniu, Dream Traveler, and hundreds of other awakened Cultivators were already seated in various posts of the ‘Invincible Thunderbolt Super Brainwave Magnification System’. All of them were wearing specially-made metal helmets that had been installed with indicator lights and various spells that included but were not limited to the Cultivation runes.
Everyone’s metal helmet was connected to dozens of futuristic, large-scale computational facilities through data wires that were as thick as boas. The scene was solemn. Electric arcs were surging in the air, and silicon chips were burning furiously.
Other than Dream Traveler, all the other Awakeners here were deep readers of ‘Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation’, or in other words, the owners of ‘Li Yao’s soul fragments’. They had been found by the mental devil through reading records, forums, chat groups, and other channels. The mental devil had pointed out the truth to them and invited them to the Ark Island.
Although many people despised the truth and would rather bury their head in the sand and indulge in the imaginary safety and happiness during the search and communication, most of them could not stand the life without ‘truth’ and ‘dreams’ and devoted themselves to the ultimate war for freedom.
When the apocalypse arrived and the entire Earth was in the middle of an abyss of suffering, their determination was even more resolute.
“Master Niu, it’s time to take action.”
Dream Traveler put his hand on Zhang Daniu’s shoulder and encouraged him. “Chances are that the outcome of the war, the planet, and even the future of the universe will be decided by the readers of ‘Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation’. Please try to open your mind and reflect more information from the battlefields of the great universe!
“I—I still don’t know.”
Zhang Daniu swallowed hard, his teeth clattering. “I’m a little nervous. My brain is empty. I don’t have any inspiration at all!”
“No. Your brain is not relaxed enough. That’s why the communication between the battlefield of the universe and the prison on Earth is blocked.
Dream Traveler said softly, “Relax. Relax. Try to empty your mind as much as possible. You don’t need to think about anything. If you can’t do it, fine. You can think of something completely unrelated to . For example, the treatment you will receive after you save the planet and become a hero. The things that you are most interested in… money and beautiful girls. Even if it’s just for these things, you have to try your best to inspire yourself to become a hero, right?”
“… Yes. Speaking of money and beautiful women, aya, I seem to have been inspired. It’s like hundreds of little bugs are crawling inside my head. My head hurts. Ah, my head hurts!”
Zhang Daniu’s face was half in a trance and half in pain. He gnashed his teeth and said, “Seven-colored soap bubbles suddenly popped up in the depths of my brain. Each soap bubble carried a planet, a story, a hero, or a devil. I seemed to see a vivid universe of Cultivators—a new chapter that I haven’t written yet. Li Yao experienced countless new, soul-stirring, marvelous adventures there. The Imperium, the Sanctuary, the Divine Mausoleum, Black Star Emperor, Wu Yingqi, the super artificial intelligence named Fuxi, the creator of the Black Wall, and the secrets of the legendary Supreme Emperor. Blargh! Blargh! Blargh!”
Zhang Daniu suddenly started trembling violently. His entire body was twitching as if he was about to throw up his internal organs.
“What’s wrong, Master Niu?”
The Dream Traveler was greatly shocked. The ‘Invincible Thunderbolt Super Brainwave Magnification System’ should not have had such side effects. “Master Niu, was your brain overwhelmed by the overwhelming flood of information?”
“No. No.”
Zhang Daniu’s face was pale. His lips were shivering, and his eyes were hollow. He said, “I’ve just received the information clip of ‘Li Yao versus Wu Yingqi at the bottom of the Gold Crystal Tower’. Oh my. Let me delete this part. Otherwise, the morale of our side will be seriously undermined. As for the rest of the chapters and the dazzling soap bubbles, how am I going to pass them on to everyone—not just the readers, but all the readers and even all the heroic spirits?”
“You just need to think hard.
Dream Traveler smiled. “A strong imagination produces reality. This is a world where dreams can become reality in the first place. Think about it, dream about it, dream about it, dream about it, and even dream about it. Use the power of your endless imagination to make the soap bubbles deep inside your brain surface!”
The few awakened Cultivators were operating the computation system that was beyond their time anxiously. The metal helmets on all the heads, including Zhang Daniu’s, were glittering in the blink of an eye. The indicator lights were blinking crazily, and the runes were lighting up one after another, releasing colorful, misty ripples. When everyone’s imagination was gathered, the ripples flooded into Zhang Daniu’s brain through the indigo blue and the data wires, resonating with Zhang Daniu’s soul on a fantasy level. Together, they turned into a transparent spider thread that passed through thick steel, concrete, and rocks, storms, thunder, and lightning, the blue sky, the white clouds, and the atmosphere, the boundary between the three-point-five-dimensional and the three-dimensional, the barrier between reality and illusion, and a burning, torch-like warship on the battlefield of the universe!
Information from the Pangu Universe and even the entire multiverse, the story of Vulture Li Yao and his companions, the story of the arsonists in the dark forest, and the stories of the people who fought and resisted stubbornly for billions of years, which were full of brutality, blood, and pride, flooded into Zhang Daniu’s brain along with the ‘spider threads’ and reflected his every brain cell like a mirror into the souls of thousands of awakened Cultivators.
“Ah!”
“So it was like this!”
“This is how the imperium chapter begins!
“The enemy of the chapter of the Sanctuary Alliance is actually the super artificial intelligence ‘Fuxi’!
“There is also the Mausoleum of Gods, the creator of the black wall, and the civilization of almost a hundred pioneers. It is truly unbelievable!
In the resonance of the brainwaves, the awakened ones immersed themselves in the ocean of information and read the follow-up chapters of ‘Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation’ in an ever-changing and mysterious way.
The ‘soul fragments’ hidden in the depths of their brains were stimulated by the familiar memories, too. They woke up, shook, and floated to the surface of the ocean, surging toward the chamber where the mental devil was fighting against the will of the earth.
No. There were far more than that. There were more heroic spirits all over the planet who were fighting against the apocalypse.
…
Huala! Huala! Huala!
The steel towers that had been deployed around the Ark Island broke and melted, but they were just fake targets to attract the enemy’s attention and not real antennas.
It was not until this moment that the interconnecting reefs around the island were separated. The real antennas suddenly popped up from below the surface of the ocean. In the fortress at the center of the island, the ceiling was pulled open, revealing rows of silver signal towers that looked like hundreds of silver umbrellas.
Although earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions were taking place on the surface of the planet, the satellites that were flying in the orbit of the planet were not seriously affected yet.
The mental devil was an information life form that could hack the virtual system as easily as pie. While the will of the earth was in a ‘cooling down’ state, it was not difficult to hack and control a few communication satellites.
Besides, the Ark Foundation boasted abundant wealth and resources through public channels. It was not impossible for it to control several large communication companies in secret.
Therefore, when the information from the battlefield of the great universe resonated with hundreds of awakened Cultivators in the depths of the Ark Island, the resonance was transmitted to the surface of the planet through array-type signal antennas and communication satellites.
The earth itself was a large magnetic field. Countless invisible electromagnetic waves were rushing past everyone every second. Under most circumstances, nobody would sense the existence of the waves unless they received them with a radio, a TV, or a cellphone.
However, under certain circumstances, such as when the frequency of electromagnetic waves was in line with the undying ‘self’ deep inside one’s soul, the invisible waves would turn into golden horns and blow the final horn to wake up the ‘dream’, ‘hot blood’, and ‘hope’ that had been lost in thousands of reincarnations.
At this moment, countless heroes around the world were woken up by the horn.
