A Thought Creates a World

Afterward, she had searched online as well. There was little information to be found—only that a Saint's mindscape spacetime could turn reality and illusion upside down, filled with bizarre and fantastical wonders that could make people lose themselves within it.

But no matter how formidable those Saints were, there was no way they could use mindscape spacetime to create a scene so lifelike.

Of course, this so-called lifelikeness was only from Zhao Xiaoxiang's perspective. Put any Swordsman in here, and if they were even a little attentive, they would be able to spot the flaws.

But for anyone below the level of a Swordsman, things were different. Everything inside seemed no different from reality.

Thus, Zhao Cheng had more or less become a central heating system plus a super gaming console. Though the comparison did not sound particularly flattering, it was indeed fitting.

And over this past month or so, more than ten marvelous adventures had also helped Zhao Xiaoxiang grow considerably.

All the experiences within were no different from real ones.

She had been a swordswoman, a cowboy, a bounty hunter, and had even gone on adventures alongside movie protagonists. Other than the exhausting process and frequently being chased by villains until she fled like a rat with its head in its paws, there were no drawbacks at all.

These experiences had not only tempered her swordsmanship; more importantly, they had tempered her mind.

As for swordsmanship, so long as one could settle one's mind, even with slightly poorer talent, one could still achieve results.

It was just that using mindscape spacetime this way consumed an enormous amount. A scenario like the ones Zhao Xiaoxiang experienced would be enough to drain all the mental power of a top-tier Saint in no more than a dozen seconds.

When Wang Zizai