"That was a strange world, one that had truly existed—a glimpse of the Old Scene!"
An Ruotong said softly, "It carried a certain era from long ago. Eternity had formed there, fixing it in place."
Li Su froze for a moment, then could not help asking, "A spiritual world?"
"Perhaps!"
An Ruotong nodded, yet she had no way of being certain. Slowly, she said, "However, a spiritual world usually only carries a fragment of someone's old memories. Perhaps consciousness may arise within it, but fundamentally, a spiritual world does not change. After all, it is already dead—it simply has not withered away completely."
"But that place is different. Not only does a complete story continue within it, the perspective is wrong as well."
"Even if a spiritual world truly preserved memories of the past, it would inevitably have issues with perspective. After all, it belongs to someone's memories, so some places would be clear while others would be hazy. It would not record every single thing they had experienced."
"Of course, it is also possible that the people of that world had attained realms too lofty to imagine, allowing them to completely record everything happening around them."
"For example, the green grass on the mountain, the insects wriggling amid the grass, the morning dew dripping from the leaves, and so on, and so forth..."
Li Su was slightly startled. Memory on such a level was, frankly, rather terrifying.
Even for cultivators—even if the other party was at the Taiyi level, with incomparably terrifying memory—they still could not achieve such a thing. A Daluo could, perhaps, but there was clearly no need.
The amount of information contained in every change within an entire world was far too immense. Never mind if there were people inside; merely a gust of wind would