"But..." Fang Zheng suddenly felt confused again. "You're saying you have souls?"
"Your souls are made of things smaller than the Planck scale?"
"Do I have one too?"
"A soul?"
"Wait!"
Fang Zheng suddenly realized there were some problems.
"My body is a Block Person now, so where did my original body go?"
"Did my original body really have a soul inside it?"
"If I originally had a soul, then where exactly is it?"
Previously, Fang Zheng had never seriously considered this question. But after Taiyin's reminder, he suddenly began to doubt it.
If what Taiyin said was true, they could see scales smaller than the Planck scale.
That meant the fundamental units of time and space in this Cultivation World were likely smaller than the Planck scale of the universe Fang Zheng came from.
That was why they possessed things like souls, perhaps structures made from even smaller scales.
Then did Fang Zheng himself, back in his original world—a world whose Planck scale was presumably larger—actually have something like a soul?
His current body was definitely not his original flesh-and-blood body, so how exactly had he transmigrated here?
Having read plenty of webnovels, he was quite familiar with all sorts of strange transmigration methods.
Soul transmigration, awakened memories, physical travel, information duplication...
All kinds of bizarre webnovels had practically listed every conceivable method of transmigration humanity could imagine.
So had Fang Zheng's soul entered Steve, the Block Person of the Minecraft world, or was it something else entirely?
Beneath that stiff blocky face, a storm of thought began to churn within Fang Zheng.
"Where is my soul?"
"Is it locked inside this blocky body?"
Muttering to himself, he began thinking seriously.
Yet as he thought, under the baffled gazes of Taiyin and the others, the Block Person's tone suddenly