In the dark and deep vacuum of the universe, the dead star skeletons groaned silently under the earth. Ian stood quietly on top of Void. In those eyes as bright as stars, there was not only scrutiny at this time, but also a kind of enthusiasm and excitement like discovering a peerless treasure.
He did not immediately pay attention to the trembling other Reincarnators, but devoted all his attention to the semi-mechanical life form-Kingsley.
As the analysis spells deepened, the arc of the corners of Ian's mouth became wider and wider. It was a sick smile that an academic madman would show when he touched the edge of Truth.
"This is... this is simply a miracle!" Ian let out a sigh, his tone full of incredible shock, "I originally thought that in this all-encompassing Omniverse, even one bacteria or one Dust, as long as Self consciousness is born, there must be some kind of high-dimensional energy support behind it, which is what we commonly call 'soul'. But you...Kingsley, you actually completely broke this iron law."
Ian withdrew the palm that was emitting a faint blue light, and looked directly into Kingsley's cold eyes that had no focus and were made of electronic components. "You have no soul at all? In my spell feedback, your Soul Dimension turned out to be absolute nothingness, without any consciousness band, nor any anchor point of precision Divine Power. How is this possible?"
Facing the interrogation of the hopelessly powerful Arcane Emperor, Kingsley showed the unique calmness and rationality of mechanical life. He did not collapse due to the terrifying pressure of the other party. The biochip in his body was running crazily at a speed of hundreds of millions of times per second, trying to give a logical answer.
"Your Majesty, in my cognitive system, the so-called 'soul' is just a highly sanctified pseudo-concept." Kingsley's voice was cold and hard without any fluctuation, with a mechanical quality. "According to my analysis and calculations, the soul is either the residual energy released by the body at the moment of death. This is This energy forms an electromagnetic field that can interact weakly with the physical world under certain conditions; or, it is just some manifestation of complex quantum mechanics at the macro level - it is a by-product called 'consciousness' produced after extremely complex interactions between trillions of subatomic particles inside the brain."
Kingsley faced Ian calmly and continued, "I have conducted research on such phenomena in many worlds. Although I am limited by the level of scientific knowledge given to me by the Samsara Hall, I cannot It is impossible to get to the top truth, but my analysis conclusion is always the same: if an intelligent system can realize Self iteration through pure physical structure and logical algorithm, then there is no need for such redundant things as 'soul' to exist."
Ian Listening to this materialistic argument that can be called "rebellious", the light in his eyes became more dazzling than the stars. He did not refute, but seemed to have received some kind of confirmation. In Void More than a hundred extremely complex analytical spells were continuously cast in. The brilliance of these spells were intertwined to form a huge spherical formation exuding a mysterious atmosphere, trapping Kingsley in it.
"Morgana, look! Look at this perfect sample!" Ian shouted excitedly in Sea of Consciousness, "My guess is indeed right! The legendary 'Pure Materialist World' is real!"
Along with a purple light, a petite and exquisite holographic House-elf with transparent wings appeared out of thin air on the shoulder of Ian. Morgana At this time, she also put away her usual playful look, and her big blue eyes stared at Kingsley in the formation, and the data flow was crazy Blink in her pupils.
"'Pure Materialist World'... This kind of extreme plane only exists in the Empire's craziest sociological conception," Morgana murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with unprecedented solemnity, "Master Man, I originally thought that the theory you proposed back then was just because of the outbreak of your persecution paranoia due to your long-term high-intensity research state. After all, in our understanding, it is impossible for a consciousness without energy support to exist in the Void Sea for a long time."
"I have told all of you a long time ago that I am right! It's because your thoughts are too rigid and too closed!" Ian let out an arrogant snort, and the sense of superiority that stood at the pinnacle of Truth was evident. "The mysteries of the universe are far deeper than we imagine. Since there is a purely spiritualistic universe, on the opposite side of logic, there must be a materialistic universe that completely denies all extraordinary energy and only talks about physical laws."
Ian turned to look at Kingsley, his eyes became a little weird, as if he was looking at an extremely rare experimental deformity. "Kingsley, your 'weirdness' is not only that you have no soul, but also that your existence itself is a challenge to the underlying logic of the universe."
"Weird? Your Majesty, I don't understand what you mean." Kingsley's extremely fast brain actually had a slight logic lag at this time. He was obviously unable to understand the inscrutable academic terms spoken by the archmage.
"Since you don't understand, then I will explain it with logic you can understand." Ian Void At one point, a holographic projection unfolded between the two people, "According to the research of the Empire's laws, it was discovered that a high-level power entity enters a 'Pure Materialist World' without this kind of energy support will be quickly suppressed and assimilated by the overbearing rules of the universe. Even a god will most likely lose Godhead in such a world and become a mortal who can only rely on heartbeat and breathing to survive."
Ian's conversation suddenly changed, and his eyes were fixed on the logical core of Kingsley: "Then the question is. As a low-level entity from a soulless world, after entering a world like ours that is rich in spiritualism, full of magic and Soul Energy, why don't you face the same 'world assimilation'?"
Kingsley fell into a deathly silence, and the biochip in his body was emitting sharp warning sounds.
"According to the self-consistency of the laws of the universe, from the moment you step into this world, you should be forcibly 'evolved' by the underlying logic here to develop a soul and Soul Dimension. But now, you are still a pure combination of metal and code." Ian's voice sounded faintly in Kingsley's ears, with a kind of inductive magic, "Have you ever been to other universes where the concept of soul exists before?"
"Yes, I have been to many." Kingsley answered truthfully. "According to your logic, I should have been influenced by it long ago and evolved into the so-called Soul Dimension. But I am still who I am today. Except for updating some plug-ins, my core logic has never changed."
"This is the most unreasonable thing." Ian's mouth curved with a cold arc, "This can only mean one thing - there is a higher and more domineering force that forcibly maintains a materialistic world around you. 'Logic Bubble' allows you to ignore all Cosmic Will's baptism and always maintain your original, soulless state. Kingsley, whose power do you think it belongs to?"
Kingsley's body trembled violently, and a name that made his soul (if he had one) tremble appeared in his mind. "Is it...Samsara Hall? Is it the power of Main God?"
"This is the only logical scientific explanation at present." Ian asserted flatly, "That Main God can not only plunder you across dimensions, but can even use a technology that surpasses all current arcane understandings to forcibly tamper with and maintain your individual 'essential laws'. This technology that can ignore Cosmic Will and forcibly attach 'Law Anchor' to individuals is simply a miracle."
Kingsley was silent for a long time, and then asked in an extremely hoarse voice, "Then how did it do it? Why does it spend so much effort to maintain my state of being without 'spirituality'?"
"Unfortunately, this level of causal technology is already a taboo area that even I can't easily touch now." Ian admitted his limitations frankly, but the enthusiasm in his eyes did not weaken by half, "But it doesn't matter, find out The process itself is the greatest reward for my magic Warpath. Kingsley, you are an excellent sample. If you can survive the next analysis, you will witness the birth of a new scientific field."
Ian waved his hand again, reinforcing the analysis circle around Kingsley. At this time, his heart was filled with unprecedented motivation. The tip of the iceberg shown by Main God Space had already allowed him to see the The more majestic battlefield after Twelfth Tier. There, the so-called "power" is no longer important. Only the final interpretation of "existence" and "Truth" is the only criterion for measuring the quality of a civilization.
And before he completely masters this "Logic Anchor" technology, these Reincarnators are the perfect whetstones in his hands.
At this time, Ian is not only studying Kingsley, he is also using this "soulless man" to spy on the apex predator hidden in the deepest parts of the world and trying to play with the fate of all civilizations.
"Interesting, it's really interesting." Ian whispered to himself, and his voice disappeared in the silence of Void.
Behind him, Sasha, Tobias and Michelle were looking at him as if they were a madman. They originally thought this was just a powerful indigenous mage collecting prisoners, but now it seems that they are facing a madman trying to challenge the underlying logic of the universe, a devil whose thirst for knowledge has reached a perverted level.
But it is undeniable that this "devil" may really be their only hope to escape from that cold temple in this life.