What Makes Me Me

—Everything was possible. Here, within the universe of the mind's image. Simulation, reconstruction based on your memories.

This thought circled through Wang Qi's mind.

For a moment, he could not tell where these thoughts had come from. Had Mi told him? Had he inferred them himself? Or had Mi's thoughts mixed with his own when his consciousness had "arrived" here just now?

He had absolutely no clue.

Mi quietly watched her junior brother let his thoughts run wild and waste time. A flow of time six thousand times faster meant that one second in here was one hour and forty minutes outside.

They had all the time in the world.

In the end, Wang Qi sorted out his thoughts. "So, virtual?"

Mi nodded. "Virtual."

Wang Qi shook his head. "It's useless. Illusion Techniques that distort one's sense of time aren't unheard of, and attempts to use the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm in place of Mundane World Refining Heart have always been underway. In truth, Senior Sister, your idea isn't particularly special."

A major part of modern cultivation research was reducing the difficulty of cultivation and cutting down on necessary steps. The ultimate goal should have been to allow even the most foolish and ignorant people to step onto the path of immortality.

As long as the base population grew large enough, geniuses would always rise above the rest.

Even those capable only of fighting could free researchers from combat positions.

That was the Immortal Alliance's philosophy, which was why they had invested so heavily in this project.

The dream cultivation Mi spoke of was already being attempted by the Immortal Alliance.

Tens of thousands of cultivators had thrown themselves into its development. Countless resources had been poured into it—the ancient methods of attaining the Dao in dreams, the Sleeping Arhat