And when he moved, the Forest of the Dead's Steles actually moved with him, like a row of foot soldiers General Meng Tian had rounded up, eagerly floating at his side. Leaving aside their numbers, they rather resembled the Grinning Angel when it had been messing with Mu Daxian and Maozi...
["I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"...]
["I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"...]
The Forest of the Dead's Steles chanted endlessly, its storm of suffering battering Lin Yi's mind... He went numb, numbed by this monotonous, tedious earworm.
And becoming numb effectively made him "immune."
So he looked toward the rows of slowly writhing skeletons, watching that string of beating hearts, then imagined himself "reaching out" to touch those skeletons...
As he saw it, in his current state, the golden aura was keeping him alive by a thread. His Consciousness Body could use that golden aura to "write" information into "Minecraft," so surely he could divert some of it to resist the Forest of the Dead's Steles.
It was just like dividing troops.
The emperor—the physical body's instincts—wants to conscript a hundred thousand troops, sending ninety thousand to expand his territory—write information—and leaving ten thousand to defend his lands—keep this Consciousness Body alive with a breath of immortal energy. Now I'll deliberately test those ten thousand troops and see whether you'll send some forces over!
Sure enough, the moment he tested it, his physical body gave a mighty shudder, as though it truly had thoughts of its own.
The next instant, a strange feeling of being "approved of" actually arose within him...
It was as though his body's instincts were telling him, Hey, not bad. Then he felt a great quantity of golden aura surge into his field of vision, its warmth