In these past few days, Zhou Xuan fused his perception with the two Blood Well Human Brains, pushing his own perception to the Day Trip Realm.
This could be considered verification of the feasibility of consciousness fusion.
"The idea of the Three-headed Stone Buddha’s entire clan ascending bears a striking resemblance to our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty. Perhaps their nation has a thod of fusion as well."
"Do you think there’s a possibility..." Zhou Xuan said to the Mother Wall, "that the Buddha Country’s intention to invade Jing Country is blatant, and they’re violent.
This highly aggressive nation—could it have visited your Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty for a ’tour’ before coming to Jing Country?"
"You an to say... the Buddha Country has already invaded our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty?"
"Just a hypothesis, but I think the possibility of this hypothesis being correct is very high."
This peculiar thod of consciousness fusion is certainly not an original invention of the Buddha Country.
Looking back to Peng Town three hundred years ago, the Buddha Country and Jing Country share so similarities in relying on personal cultivation techniques,
the Great Heavenly King, the Mother of Hundred Demons—who among them is a product of consciousness fusion?
Like Jing Country, the Buddha Country fundantally lacks the cultural soil required for the formation of "collective consciousness fusion thinking."
Thus, the Buddha Country, as represented by the Three-headed Stone Buddha, is very likely to have visited the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty.
With the ways of the Buddha Country, going to the Divine Dynasty would certainly not be about worship but conquest and slaughter.
The Mother Wall’s voice trembled slightly as it said, "I want to go ho even more now. I want to return to the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty and see if my father, mother, and everything in the Divine Dynasty are still there."
"I want to go back too, but there’s no way to return ho."
Zhou Xuan and the Mother Wall were kindred spirits, adrift in a foreign land.
"Your consciousness is strong, stronger even than ours in the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty. If we work together, maybe we can find a way to go ho."
"How long have you been in Jing Country?"
"Over two thousand years. The first batch of Bone Elders was created by ."
"How did you create them?"
"To survive, I ate Jing Country’s first settlers. Then I used the remnants of their bodies as materials to create the Bone Elders."
The Mother Wall said, "Every Bone Elder possesses blood and flesh regeneration capabilities. I taught them the mystery of blood and flesh."
"During these two thousand years, have you formulated any ideas for returning ho?"
"No," said the Mother Wall. "My algorithm has been running for over two thousand years and still hasn’t calculated it."
"Algorithm?"
Zhou Xuan, catching this familiar term, asked, "The algorithm you ntioned—is it the sa as what I understand as an algorithm?"
"What kind of algorithm are you referring to?" the Mother Wall inquired.
"A series of precise instructions to solve problems. With sufficient computing power, those instructions can reach a vast scale and solve many advanced problems."
"Specifically, what kind of advanced problems?"
"Like becoming invincible in chess... or, for instance, precisely determining your preference for a certain body type in the opposite sex."
The Mother Wall: "..."
The Mother Wall replied, "Sothing along those lines, but our algorithms can solve even more profound problems."
"Such as?"
"For instance, calculating whose consciousness within a population starts to exhibit abnormalities or a tendency toward aggression. Those with aggressive thoughts are subjected to a purge by the Divine Dynasty to maintain societal harmony."
"Corporate structure optimization?"
Zhou Xuan reflexively thought.
"That’s why, in our society, consciousness and personality are very well-refined. Take , for example—I only exhibit aggression in circumstances of extre hunger or severe oppression."
"I heard you consud quite a number of Bone Elders."
"I created them, but they treated like a machine and trampled on my dignity, which gave severe psychological issues."
After explaining, the Mother Wall shifted the topic back to the algorithm: "My algorithm is still running within and can compute many things."
"How do you calculate? Like divination?"
"No, all algorithms are rooted in solid evidence. The source of that evidence is information.
Hui Feng dical College is my source of information. As I ntioned, my consciousness is powerful; I can extract information from the minds of the college staff and the Bone Elders.
When I first created the Bone Elders, my hope was they could help find a way ho.
That’s why, in their minds, I implanted a hidden directive—to continuously study Jing Country’s mysticism theories.
Moreover, similar directives were implanted each ti I taught the Bone Elders the mysteries of blood and flesh.
The more the Bone Elders understand, the more information I gain."
At this point, Zhou Xuan finally understood why all the Bone Elders in the Bone Elder Association were Great Scholars—it was because the Mother Wall had implanted a "diligent learning" directive in them.
"Over the years...I’ve actually calculated many, many things, but the Bone Elders don’t respect , and I’m unwilling to communicate with them. Besides, I don’t understand their language."
"Since you can’t understand the language, how do you extract information from the Bone Elders’ minds?"
"Because it’s all mory imagery... I simply can’t speak or effectively communicate, but it doesn’t an I can’t interpret pictures or understand the emotions of Jing Country’s people."
"So, what significant insights have you calculated?"
"A lot. For example, I calculated that Bai Guang from the tropolitan will definitely beco the hottest singer in Mingjiang Prefecture."
Zhou Xuan: "..."
With this level of talk, you look down upon using algorithms to dominate in chess, and yet you’re so gossipy?
"Anything more serious?"
"Certainly. There’s plenty—ask anything."
Zhou Xuan thought of a critical matter and asked the Mother Wall, "About the drought over Corridor River thirty years ago—did your algorithm calculate who was behind it?"
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