Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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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