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Nothing is not nothing.

In this void where even the concept of "darkness" does not exist, a "growth" that transcends the dimensions of time and space is taking place.

That "original intention", that seed planted in the soil of "nothing", its roots are spreading in all directions at an almost crazy speed.

This root system is invisible because it exists at the "conceptual" level.It does not absorb water and minerals like the roots of plants. What it absorbs is "memory", "emotion", "cause and effect", and everything that belongs to "people" that is defined as "impurities" by metaphysics.

Chen Mo, or rather, the collective consciousness that once was Chen Mo, is perceiving all this from a new perspective.

He cannot "see" the shape of the roots, but he can "feel" what the roots touch.

It was a crushed memory fragment belonging to Qingyun Sect disciple "Wang Mazi".Wang Mazi, on the second floor of Qi Refining, is a handyman in the outer gate of Lingzhi Garden.His biggest wish in this life is not immortality or mana, but to save up two hundred contribution points and go to the market to exchange for a decent iron hoe so that he no longer needs to use the broken hoe that always jams.The fragments of his memory were filled with the fragrance of earth, the sparks from the hoe hitting the rocks, and the heavy touch of those low-grade spiritual stones when he received the Moon Statute.

This fragment is worthless.When Xuan devoured his soul, he immediately discarded it and crushed it as garbage.

But now, this fragment was captured by Chen Mo's roots.

With a gentle roll of the roots, the fragments merged into the seeds.

Inside the seed, the small world constructed from memory—that dilapidated mess yard—had undergone extremely subtle changes.In the yard, there is a brand new, shiny iron hoe.

Chen Mo's "consciousness" gently touched the hoe in that world.

Cold, hard, real.

He continued to "watch".

The root touched another fragment.This belongs to inner disciple "Liu Ruyan".She has good talent, is at the seventh level of Qi refining, and has a proud personality.Her memory was filled with contempt for the outer disciples, competition for resources, and the desire to become an elite of the inner sect and marry a true disciple.These emotions are full of calculation, jealousy and vanity.

Xuan also eliminated these.

But Chen Mo's roots still absorbed it.

Inside the seed, in the world of the courtyard, there is an additional bronze mirror.In the mirror, a young and proud face was reflected, his eyes full of yearning and ambition for the outside world.

Chen Mo looked at his face in the mirror without judgment or disgust.

He just watched.

Then, the roots continued to spread, touching more and larger fragments.

There is the reluctance of the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall before their death.

There is an alchemy elder who has devoted his life to studying the way of alchemy.

There is the oath of the old man guarding the mountain to protect the sect for thousands of years.

Even... there was Elder Han, the cold, selfish Elder Han who sentenced him to death. On the first day he became an elder, he secretly expressed his ambition to prosper the Qingyun Sect in front of the statue of his ancestor.

These memories include good and bad, good and evil, noble and despicable.

But in Xuan's eyes, they are all "impurities", things that hinder his path to the highest "gold".

So, he crushed it all.

But now, Chen Mo picked them all up, put them back together, and understood them again.

The seeds are growing rapidly.

It is no longer that tiny point of light, but has become a weak but extremely complex "information cloud".This cloud contains the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect for thousands of years, all the intertwining of life and death, and all the struggle between good and evil.

It's no longer "clean".

It has become extremely "dirty", extremely "complex", and extremely "contradictory".

However, it has become extremely "real" because of this.

Truth is power.

Chen Mo's "consciousness" slowly opened his eyes in the world constructed by memory.

He is no longer the remnant soul with only revenge and obsession.He felt a sense of "wholeness" that he had never felt before.He understood Wang Mazi's humbleness, Liu Ruyan's vanity, Elder Han's coldness, and Master Ling Feng's protection.

He understood "people".

And Xuan, the aloof saint son of the Jin clan, he didn't understand.

The "gold" he pursues is absolute, pure and "perfection" with all impurities removed.But Chen Mo understood now that absolute "perfection" means absolute "dead silence".Just like that piece of "nothing", if no seeds fall into it, it will always be a pool of stagnant water.

Life lies in imperfection.

It's about struggle.

lies in the contradiction.

It's because... there's a lack.

"Boom——!"

Chen Mo's root system touched a huge creature.

That was not someone's memory fragment, but... the "spiritual vein" of Qingyun Sect.

The remains of the ten thousand-year-old spiritual vein that Xuan had forcibly drained and devoured.

The spiritual veins contain the most original "Tao" left by the founder of the Qingyun Sect.It is a kind of "earth" way that is gentle, upright and virtuous.It is not sharp or overbearing, it just carries and nurtures silently.

Xuan devoured the energy of the spiritual veins, but could not understand this "Tao".Because this is incompatible with his Jin clan's way of "plundering".

But Chen Mo's root system resonated with it.

"Buzz."

A slight buzz sounded in the "nothingness".

Chen Mo's root system was connected to the broken spiritual vein.

The remaining gentle "earth" in the spiritual veins began to flow into the seed along the root system.

The growth of the seeds accelerated again.

It started to take a "shape".

It is no longer a vague information cloud, but begins to condense into a... "dot".

A point, an origin.

This point is the gathering of all memories, the destination of all emotions, and the starting point of all cause and effect.

It is...Chen Mo.

The real Chen Mo.

Not a remnant soul, not a Tao seed, not a hatchet, not anything external.

He is the "dot".

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