Watching waves roll through the grass all the way to the horizon, Tai Yu felt his mind drift a little.
He seemed to recall a similar scene, though he could not tell whether he had experienced it himself or encountered it among the memories shared by the "Great Existence."
Only, instead of an open vista and pleasant scenery like this, it had been a cramped space where, amid a tangle of concerns, he had conducted assorted experiments with the "Twenty-Seven Intentions."
Back then, the "Pure Great Monarch" had still been the "Pure Great Monarch," not someone else; the companions beside him had been grounded in reality, yet seemed illusory.
But the feedback they had provided was still having an effect even now.
Someone might have ended up with nothing left but a "miniature skull," but his grasp of the fundamental meaning of "Virtual Reality" had certainly reached true proficiency.
Amid the rustle of wind against the meadow, Qing Wu and Nuo Qi both looked as though they were struggling to maintain their composure.
Everyone at this gathering had some grounding in the "Ritual Ancient Script" and could certainly understand it. But they were the sort whose knowledge allowed them to make guesses, not to define or quantify the events involved. Their partial understanding only put them under greater pressure.
Wan Linda held her mid-length hair in place with one hand to keep the wind from ruining it, her bright gaze fixed on Tai Yu, her curiosity stronger than ever.
By contrast, the two Great Monarchs, Qiao Mian and Chao Yongdao, remained silent.
They could glean more information from the "spiritual resonance" Tai Yu had casually produced, but some of it was hazy and required careful discernment.
Tai Yu had become the one leading the conversation.
He patted Qing Wu's knee,