Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 156: Uninvited Guests
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 33: Blood Twin-headed Eagle Flag
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 256: Completely Taking Over
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 745.5- Stunning auction item part 2
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 890 - Disappearance of the Flame Dragon God's Access Key
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 745- Stunning auction item part 1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 771: The Myriad Immortals Cauldron
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 198 - Elemental Dungeon: Fire God's Palace
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 03.12 - Good Sunny Days
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 070: Advancing to a Heavenly Dynasty
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 157: War Rights
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3720: Nanming Yuyan
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 255: Gossiping
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 408: A Perfume Sachet
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 072: Luo Li: Are You Going to Reason with Me?
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 926: I Need to Cool Down
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 32: Run, Run!
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 254: First Cripple Him
In the silent Ruin’s End, Li Qingshan foresaw this “malice”. He understood what kind of person he was. That stubbornness and arrogance would probably become even wilder once it was no longer tied down by the body of the demonic and divine.
He had never understood himself as much as right now.
In the homeland of spirit turtles, his thought power became exceptionally powerful, reaching an unbelievable level.
Regular people could only skim the surface of the tremendous amount of information in their memories, like observing the ripples of the ocean surface. Only when they were in deep thought could they dive below the surface and observe a fraction of the memories, and it would be unavoidably limited as well.
This limit protected humans from mental collapse. If just looking at an apple fall to the ground would bring forth the countless formulae and laws regarding gravity—several large books worth of content—their brains would go pop.
As a result, the thought process of humans was more like a torch, constantly shining around in the darkness before using the unclear impressions to assemble a complete picture. It was unavoidable for them to fill in a majority of the details by themselves. The more distant and blurry the memory was, the more surreal and detached from reality it would be.
Those perfect years of childhood and the long-gone history of the past would constantly be modified by wishful thinking, such that the truth would be submerged in darkness forever.
And the torch would always struggle to illuminate the person themselves, such that “knowing yourself” became almost impossible. It became a profound and abstruse topic of philosophy.
However, there was no such limit to spirit turtles. They themselves were like a great lightbulb. The range they could illuminate was limited as well, but there was only the unknown darkness, not a false reality. They could constantly reflect on themselves too, such that they remained clear and conscious.
This was not a so-called “high IQ” or the ability to carry out a trem
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