In the past, Qingmu believed that Mental Power was something that was spontaneously released by consciousness, but now it seems that it is not. This thing should have always existed in the universe, just as the universe is full of light and various forms of radiation, as well as the legendary dark matter and dark energy.
He didn't know what the connection was between Mental Power and material particles. For example, could spirit exist in a vacuum? Or, for instance, could dreams, which are special spaces supported by Mental Power and based on memories, contain matter? And are they included within our universe?
He picked up the ebony staff and examined it, not understanding its internal structure. On the surface, it was just a piece of tree root resembling ebony, but inside it seemed to contain a space similar to Ramla. This space overlapped to some extent with the Mental Power Field space on the island, which was why Qingmu could use it to mobilize the surrounding Mental Power.
Here, Mental Power is omnipresent, and consciousness can not only be extended through Mental Power, but can also be split.
This happened naturally, but it was very strange. Qingmu seemed to have turned into an octopus, extending his tentacles into the savage's brain. But he couldn't establish a direct connection with other people—like Mrs. Larry —through Mental Power unless he was hypnotized and entered into her dream. He also couldn't command the savages of another tribe, just as Situ couldn't command the people in his own tribe.
Could it be that their brain structures are different? Even if they are different, what is the relationship between him and them? (And the book/illustration book)
Qingmu recalled the moment he transformed into a tree in his consciousness. Everything was the extension of his branches and roots, and the savages seemed to have become his offspring growing from his roots. He could only attribute it to faith.
Faith is a magical thing. It depends entirely on one's spirit; it is ethereal and intangible, yet it influences us constantly. Faith is the upward force that sustains us through life, the courage to face life with a smile even in times of suffering, and the wisdom to make the right choices at crucial crossroads in life. A person without faith is like a ship at sea without a lighthouse, drifting aimlessly; like a pig in a sty, destined to eat and wait to die.
But we can't see it, grasp it, or even explain it. Most people who believe in God don't believe in a real God called " God." When they make the sign of the cross in the sky, they can't say for sure who they are praying to, but there is always something vaguely sublime in their hearts that makes them awe and yearn for it.
We cannot say that most people who do not belong to any religion or political party are without faith. Many of them, too, have a vague yet awe-inspiring " God " in their hearts, and it is this faith that sustains them in their studies, work, and enthusiastic embrace of life.
A thousand people have a thousand different God in their hearts. A thousand God guide people to live a thousand different lives. However, we ultimately belong to our own spirit. When we go our final journey, our bodies turn to dust, and our consciousness dissipates into the void, what remains is probably only that ethereal spirit, left to our descendants.
Since people have different beliefs, they will inevitably develop different spiritual attributes. With Qingmu's knowledge, he could not explain the corresponding relationship of mind control from a deeper scientific perspective. He believed that probably no one in the world could explain it clearly.
He glanced at Situ; the man's face was so confident, as if he knew everything. But how could one person know everything? There must be things he didn't know; it's just that the inner strength supporting him was different from others. And perhaps the beliefs of his tribe resonated with his spirit!
The big Sun in the sky could never catch up with the little Sun. When the little Sun was at its zenith, the big Sun slowly rose from its cloud bed in the east, like an old man in his twilight years. If it weren't for the colorful cloud maidens supporting it, it would have been afraid that it would have fallen back down and fallen asleep at any moment.
The fog on the island seemed thicker, but it didn't block the sunlight or obstruct the view.
Situ and Qingmu stood side by side by the lake, with the others behind them, while the savages were further away, clearly divided into two tribes, not invading each other.
People were getting impatient. Boris yelled, "Hey, say something! Didn't we say we were going to turn this place into a train station? So what are we waiting for? Hurry up and fix this behemoth and drive it back to Earth!"
Ivan said, " Boris, don't disturb them. I think Mr. Stone is trying to figure something out."
Boris muttered under his breath, "Oh, alright, Ivan, I was just giving it a little push. You know, decision-makers always make great decisions under pressure, even Comrade Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin was no exception! A little push might do the trick!"
Situ turned around and said, "The key lies in those altars. If fog rolls in, we can go back to the original island and see how to activate the altars."
"But didn't you say that after we get through the fog, this thing might take us to a much farther place? How can we be sure we'll get back to the original island?"
"It can guide us," Situ said, raising the scepter in his hand. "This is how the tribe returns home; the spiritual characteristics it embodies can guide us to the appropriate places. I think there is another 'spiritual channel' between it and the altar."
Qingmu glanced at the scepter in his hand, and combining it with his previous thoughts, his understanding of the spirit deepened. Those vague, half-awake thoughts in his mind were stirring again, making him somewhat uncomfortable. He shook his head to try and clear his mind, and asked:
"But the original island just experienced a massive catastrophe. Even if we could go back, it would probably be devastated and uninhabitable now, wouldn't it?"
Situ said, "There's no need to worry. Although from a macroscopic cosmic perspective, these islands, including our Earth, are in the same space, from our perspective living inside Ramla, each endpoint of Ramla exists in a different spacetime. When we return, we won't know how much time has passed since we last left; perhaps millions of years have already passed."
"Don't you have a conscious atomic clock?"
"The consciousness atomic clock is simulated based on the cesium atomic clock on Earth, so I can only determine how much time has passed on Earth while traveling through the universe, but not on other planets."
"But since it's the same spacetime on a macroscopic level, there shouldn't be a situation where one year on Earth is equivalent to a thousand years on other planets," Su Huilan said.
"Yes, but don't forget the observer effect, which also applies to planetary states," Situ said. "We're used to using Earth as a frame of reference, but Ramla doesn't think that way. When Ramla takes a planet into a negative cosmic velocity relative to Earth, a significant relativistic effect occurs between Earth and that planet. Perhaps ten thousand years pass for that planet, while only one year passes on Earth. And since we're at a positive velocity relative to Earth, a year passes for Earth, but only a few days pass for us."
"Uh... this is complicated!" the Crow on the Qingmu roof cawed. Apart from Su Huilan and Mrs. Larry, who understood, everyone else probably shared the same thought as the Crow.
But Qingmu suddenly thought of another question, "Wait, what did you just say... that you were in this state while traveling through the universe... so you're often in this state? You created a consciousness atomic clock just to easily calculate Earth's time in other dimensions?! You... have you been here before?"