The core of the Thousand Machines Pavilion was Old Man Ji's residence. Powerful spiritual energy flowed through the floor, ceiling, walls, and even the air itself. For a moment, Wang Qi had the illusion that he had entered an integrated circuit magnified countless times over.
Of course, if he reined in his spiritual sense and did not perceive the threads of spiritual power woven everywhere through the room, then it was nothing special.
Turing still looked as gaunt as ever. His gaze rested on empty space, where several threads of spiritual power converged at crucial nodes. Only after Wang Qi sat before him did he nod and say, "You're here."
"Senior, I came this time because I wanted to discuss cultivation methods..."
"Your line of thought is very unusual." Turing first nodded, affirming Wang Qi's idea. "To have one person's mana carry two, or even more, modes of thought... that truly is a remarkable idea."
"It is only a consideration arising from the stage of My Dharma is One," Wang Qi said. "When one cultivates to the end, one must write all one's thoughts into one's mana, reaching a state where so long as a single thread of mana remains undying, consciousness will not perish. So I began wondering—could what is written into mana be two kinds of consciousness?"
Had Zhen Chanzi been answering this question, he would likely have immediately berated Wang Qi for his wild flights of fancy.
Cultivation at the stage of My Dharma is One placed the greatest emphasis on "stability." Many Mahayana cultivators would rather spend tens of thousands of years grinding their way to the final step with the patience of water wearing through stone than take even the slightest risk. If anything went wrong at this stage, mana would backlash against the mind,