Questioning the Outer-World Demonic God, Understanding the Outer-World Demonic God, Becoming the Outer-World Demonic God!

"Could it be... because of my data-based body?"

Fang Mo lowered his head to look at the Nascent Soul in his hand, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes. "I don't have a dantian or meridians or anything like that?"

Yes, that was the only possible source of the problem he could think of.

After all, his body was not made of flesh and blood. It had been forcibly simulated from a huge pile of game data.

Put simply, it was an empty shell. Fang Mo's human-like appearance was merely a model that could freely change according to his will. As for what lay inside... it was a dark, empty void.

There was no flesh, no bones, and certainly no organs.

Still, this had never affected his daily life. Fang Mo could not only eat voraciously and relieve himself whenever he wanted, but sometimes when he caught a chill, he would even get diarrhea.

Yet all of that depended on Fang Mo's self-perception.

And that was precisely why he had connected the problem to his data-based body.

Because subconsciously, he had always assumed he was a normal person... but how could a normal person possibly have things like spiritual roots, a dantian, or meridians?

"Holy shit."

At that thought, Fang Mo felt that he had discovered a blind spot. He subconsciously rubbed his head. "...Could it be that I subconsciously think I don't have any cultivation organs?"

"What did you say?"

Chen Shan beside him seemed to notice that something was off about Fang Mo. A faint trace of confusion appeared on the statue's face.

"Brother Junjie, I feel like there's something wrong with this Nascent Soul..."

Fang Mo did not intend to hide it. He directly weighed the translucent little cube-shaped Nascent Soul in his hand. "Didn't you say