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After flying for a hundred miles, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang arrived at a village filled with crumbling ruins. At the entrance of the village, scattered remnants of Puppet Beasts lay shattered on the ground, clearly indicating that these creatures had been destroyed by a powerful force.
"How could there be a village here? It seems too quiet," remarked Song Baliang, who was usually carefree and bold. He knew that with Zhao Yang's keen observational skills, he had undoubtedly noticed this peculiarity as well.
Zhao Yang calmly surveyed the surroundings without speaking, clearly aware that something was amiss.
Suddenly, they spotted an old crone with white hair sitting at the entrance about twenty yards ahead. Her skin was wrinkled and her appearance gaunt as she gazed at them with an odd expression, as if she were looking through their bodies to something behind them.
Both men felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively halted in their tracks.
"I'll go ask her," Song Baliang said, mustering his courage to approach. After all, he was the senior disciple. However, as he got closer, he found that the old crone's figure suddenly blurred and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Song Baliang gasped in shock and quickly hopped back to Zhao Yang's side. Zhao Yang was equally startled, cold sweat trickling down his back. This was the first time he had encountered such a haunting scene since entering the cultivation world, and his mind raced with careful observation and contemplation.
A gust of chilling wind swept through, accompanied by an inexplicable rustling sound. Zhao Yang and Song Baliang felt their spines tingle with fear. Then a sharp cry pierced their ears, causing them to turn abruptly. They saw two children darting past them, laughing sharply as they ran and leaped through the air.
"Who are you?!" Song Baliang shouted. He couldn't believe that in such a dilapidated village within the Haotian Secret Realm, there could be ordinary children. He immediately set off to chase after them.
Zhao Yang stopped Song Baliang, calmly observing the two children who had rushed in like the wind and disappeared around a corner of the village. He inexplicably realized that his formidable Divine Sense Power could not penetrate this area; it felt as if a powerful repelling force filled the space, preventing his Divine Sense from extending even five meters.
"Senior Brother, how far can your Divine Sense extend?" Zhao Yang asked.
Upon hearing this, Song Baliang spread out his Divine Sense but frowned as he replied in a low voice, "Not more than two meters at most."
Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Take another look at the entrance behind us."
Song Baliang turned to look at the village entrance but saw nothing unusual. Confused, he asked, "What’s wrong with the entrance? I don’t see anything out of the ordinary."
Zhao Yang replied, "Didn’t you notice that the view outside at the entrance is a bit dimmer than it was before we came in?"
Hearing this, Song Baliang observed carefully and said, "You’re right; it is a bit darker outside. Zhao Yang, your observations are really sharp. What could be causing this?"
Zhao Yang explained, "We’ve entered a strange scene."
Song Baliang asked, "Are we in an illusion?"
Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "It’s not an illusion. An illusion can affect a person's brain and nerves, but my brain hasn’t been affected at all. My brain is much more developed than that of an average person, and my brainwaves are also significantly stronger. Ordinary illusions and curses cannot influence me, which is why the mind control technique of the Divine Serpent Saint Child had no effect on me. Furthermore, I’ve been dreaming every night since I was a child. Those who can clearly remember their dreams share one characteristic: they can distinguish between dreams and reality. Even in a dream, they can wake up at any time or consciously control the development of the dream."
"What? You can control your dreams?" Song Baliang looked at Zhao Yang in surprise.
Zhao Yang was not surprised by Song Baliang's astonishment and explained, "These are all based on scientific principles. As long as the dream isn’t too deep, people with strong mental faculties can influence their dreams with their willpower. However, what we’re experiencing isn’t a dream; it’s a real scene."
"Then are we seeing ghosts?" Song Baliang gasped.
Zhao Yang chuckled lightly and said, "It’s not ghosts. Ghosts are ethereal beings and are quite different from Primordial Spirits. They aren’t ungraspable either; Divine Sense can capture and observe them. However, when those two children ran past us just now, they didn’t exist in my Divine Sense exploration. So what we’re seeing isn’t a ghost or any form of ethereal being; it’s a phenomenon of image reproduction."
Seeing Song Baliang’s puzzled expression, Zhao Yang continued, "Image reproduction is essentially a physical phenomenon of electromagnetic response. In simple terms, it means that there are magnets present in our space. When these magnets are in specific conditions that match the circumstances of events that occurred here long ago—such as temperature, humidity, and static electricity—they can reproduce what happened back then. The Old Crone and the children we saw were indeed here many years ago; they were recorded and are likely related to the Haotian Immortal village; otherwise, they wouldn’t appear in the Haotian Secret Realm."
"Is it really that simple?" Song Baliang asked, half in doubt. "How do you know so much?"
"If you were born where I originally came from, you would know these things too," Zhao Yang replied, not being modest, as even elementary school students would be aware of such knowledge.
Zhao Yang had learned to apply his knowledge; although he understood that science could not explain everything, many phenomena could indeed be explained through scientific principles. Even in the fantastical world of Cultivation, modern scientific knowledge could be used for analysis.
Zhao Yang knew that this village did not exist without reason; as the saying goes, existence is justified. Thus, he decided to investigate further. As they walked along, they indeed saw some images floating by. Considering that someone could invent and create something like the Puppet Beast, it was certainly within their capability to arrange such electromagnetic phenomena. Zhao Yang couldn't help but marvel at the extraordinary talents that existed in every world. If this person lived in his original world, the level of technological advancement might have reached a point where robots were everywhere.
Before long, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang arrived at the entrance of a cave. A faint light shone from within, accompanied by various sounds. They exchanged glances and saw curiosity reflected in each other's eyes, prompting them to step inside.
Zhao Yang remained vigilant for any traps or mechanisms within the cave. However, as they proceeded, no danger presented itself. The scene inside the cave grew larger and the light became increasingly bright.
What appeared before them was a massive palace, resplendent with gold and brilliance. Zhao Yang was astonished; he hadn't expected such lavish grandeur beneath the surface. However, scattered around the palace were fragments of wood—remnants of broken Puppet Beasts.
In the center of the palace was a pool of water radiating a strange energy, resembling precious nectar—an entire pool of it!
The pool was surrounded by colorful formations for protection, and within those formations stood several golden figures that remained motionless. They emanated powerful waves of cultivation energy as they encircled the pool, their expressions grave as if they were straining against some invisible pressure.
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