Wang Qi sat cross-legged within a quiet chamber, setting up an array around himself—or rather, using an extra set of functions to alter the surroundings so that ordinary residents had no possibility of entering.
As he closed his eyes, the scenery around him gradually began to collapse, reverting into nearly infinite functions.
This was the world as he saw it.
And now, he began attempting something entirely new.
That was a "virus."
That was right. If Wang Qi himself had been here, he would probably have found this scene both unexpected and perfectly natural.
Even if he had forgotten everything about the God Plague Curse, given the right conditions, he would absolutely be able to reinvent this unforgivable evil curse.
It was as though he existed solely to invent this cultivation method... no, as though this evil curse existed solely for him to use.
Wang Qi developing the God Plague Curse was as natural as breathing.
To Senior Brother Mi Wang Qi, however, it was simply a matter of course.
How should he put it...
Although he had indeed deliberately erased many memories.
For example, his memories of Divine Capital City, and of Linghuang Island...
The memories of the Dimension Cultivation Technique remained. Moreover, based on his own personality and the development history of the Dimension Cultivation Technique, he could roughly infer what he had done before.
Everything left traces to follow.
Once he had confirmed that, everything became much easier.
He truly did not remember the God Plague Curse.
But so long as the structure of the "God Plague Curse" objectively existed, he would eventually be able to discover it again—or, more accurately, invent it.
Part of the debate between "discovery" and "invention" came from finite knowledge being unable to encompass infinite thought, while another part came from natural