First Clash [3]

The Great Wilderness God, Chang Sheng Tian, and Zhen Chanzi's locust-swarm Sword Qi battled until heaven and earth shattered. From Wang Qi's perspective, the two deities stood tens of millions of zhang tall, like pillars holding up the sky. Zhen Chanzi's sword formation too blotted out the heavens and covered the earth, carrying the faint might of world destruction.

But Wang Qi knew that all of this was false.

For no reason at all, he recalled a legend from Earth. It was said that the best programmers, after only a few attempts at a game, could read a BOSS's AI. All the scenery within the game, in such people's eyes, was merely irregular polygons, three-dimensional NuRBS renderings, piles upon piles of lines of code.

Wang Qi did not know whether anyone in that Earth universe, which supported no supernatural phenomena whatsoever, could truly achieve this with an ordinary human mind. But now, he was attempting exactly that.

"After all, it is an illusion, not something truly real. At its root, it is merely an accumulation of information..."

It was simply too foolish to pit his will against immortals who had lived for a hundred thousand or even a million years, especially in a situation where the stronger one's mind was, the stronger one's combat power became.

But if he could reduce this magnificent scene to piled-up data, then numbers were merely numbers. Before they were put into operation, no matter how terrifying a virus or how powerful a program might be, it was only ordinary information.

"Commands..." Wang Qi's fingers lightly brushed through the air. Massive quantities of operators flickered into existence and vanished at his fingertips, arranging and combining into a program never seen before. Yet when he slapped that string of operators into his wristband, an error warning