A False Alarm

What exactly was information?

Without a doubt, it possessed physical properties. Reading, writing, editing, and erasing information all consumed energy.

But exactly how information acted upon matter still had no clear explanation.

Some identical pieces of information could display entirely different effects upon different "carriers."

To use a rather inappropriate example, if you copied out all of Windows' code with pen and paper, even if you filled an entire sheet of paper, that sheet would not suddenly gain any miraculous function.

The information was clearly identical, yet because the carriers differed, different results emerged.

That was also why Wang Qi had previously dared to compile the memories of a Banished Immortal.

Once a Banished Immortal's memories left their mind, left the "hardware" of their remnant soul, they simply could not run at all and had no effect whatsoever.

The God Plague Curse might be terrifying, but if it were transcribed into "0" and "1" and copied onto paper, then no matter how heaven-defying it was, it could not stir up any waves.

With a sweep of his eyes, Wang Qi memorized every subtle transformation of yin and yang within the God Plague Curse from the arrangement of those leaves. This time, he did not dare reproduce that spell within his own body. He took out a calculator of middling grade and, with Jarvis's help, converted the Myriad Image Hexagram Script back into Yin Yang Yao.

Soon, lines of code appeared before Wang Qi.

Wang Qi checked them line by line. Then, at last, he let out a long breath. "Thank goodness..."

Liu Yi asked anxiously, "What do you mean, thank goodness?"

"It isn't the most terrifying possibility. The God Plague Curse has not mutated." Wang Qi sighed. "This code is clearly divided into two threads. On the material level, the