strictlysupreme Chapter 1450: Soul Tower Awakens
Chapter 1450: Soul Tower Awakens
Chapter 1450: Soul Tower Awakens
In the hospital ward, pale lights sprinkled coldly in every corner. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air and penetrated into Wang Xian's nasal cavity, making his already chaotic consciousness even heavier.
Wang Xian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance, like a wounded beast trapped in a strange place.
Wang Xian subconsciously circulated the energy in his body, but there was no response. His body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible shackle. There was deathly silence inside, and he could not feel the slightest energy fluctuation.
He tried to mobilize his physical strength, but found that he was just an ordinary mortal. When he raised his hands and clenched his fists, his movements were mechanical and weak.
Wang Xian tried to explore his spiritual consciousness again. It used to be his weapon to perceive the world and see through everything. But now, his mind was blank, and there was no familiar spiritual consciousness.
At this moment, Wang Xian was like a traveler lost in a dark forest, having lost all direction and support.
He, a cultivator who once roamed the 'Great Universe of Immortals' and the 'Sea of Chaos', is now trapped in this seemingly ordinary hospital ward like an ordinary person who has never experienced the advent of digitization and has never witnessed the destruction of the outer universe.
The corners of Wang Xian's mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile.
This kind of scene and this kind of feeling of powerlessness were not the first time he had experienced them.
The first two times, he was deeply trapped in it, and he still remembers vividly the feeling of being played around by the virtual world.
Every time, it feels like I am struggling in endless darkness, with no sign of hope.
But in the end, he broke free from the illusory dream with his tenacious will.
"I didn't expect that this 'Mortal Illusion' would haunt me again."
Wang Xian murmured in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness and surprise in his voice.
His eyes swept slowly across the ward. The white walls, the cold medical equipment, the dripping infusion bottle on the infusion stand, everything seemed so real, so real that it was frightening.
"Wang Xian, how do you feel?"
A gentle voice broke the silence in the ward.
Wang Xian turned his head and saw a doctor in a white coat looking at him with concern.
The doctor's eyes revealed professional scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness. He held a medical record folder in his hand and walked lightly to Wang Xian's bedside.
Wang Xian did not answer. His eyes were as calm as water, yet unfathomable, staring straight at the doctor.
Behind this seemingly calm gaze, Wang Xian was deeply suspicious and wary of this illusion.
He was waiting, waiting for the doctor to reveal a flaw, waiting for a crack in this virtual world to appear.
The doctor frowned slightly when he saw Wang Xian didn't respond.
He had been practicing medicine for many years and had seen all kinds of patients, but Wang Xian's calm yet chilling gaze made him feel inexplicably uneasy.
He subconsciously took a step back and unconsciously clenched the medical record folder in his hand.
However, Wang Xian did not give him more time to think.
Suddenly, Wang Xian jumped up like an enraged cheetah, so fast that no one could react. One hand tightly grasped the doctor's arm like a pair of pliers, and the other hand quickly reached out to the bedside table, grabbed the transparent glass, and smashed it towards the doctor's forehead without hesitation.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound.
The glass collided violently with the doctor's forehead, making a heart-pounding sound.
The doctor's body froze instantly, and then he let out a scream: "Ah——"
Blood gushed out quickly from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the white sheets, creating shocking bloodstains.
This sudden scene was like a bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility in the ward.
The nurses and other patients in the ward were stunned by this scene, their faces filled with fear and shock.
Some patients opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths, but could not make any sound; some nurses dropped medical equipment on the ground, making crisp sounds.
When the cup in Wang Xian's hand hit the doctor's head for the second time, everyone woke up from their dream.
The entire ward suddenly fell into chaos, with cries, screams, and hurried footsteps intertwined together.
"what--"
"There's a madman!"
"Run!"
"Call the police! Call the police!"
"Security? Where's the security?"
Wang Xian smashed the cup in his hand with too much force for the third time, and it finally couldn't withstand the huge force and broke into pieces.
The sharp glass fragments cut Wang Xian's palm, and blood dripped down his fingers to the ground, but he seemed to feel no pain.
At this moment, these sharp fragments were just what he wanted. He held the fragments and stabbed them into the doctor's vital parts without hesitation.
Looking at the doctor who was lying on the ground with blood gushing out of his wounds, Wang Xian sneered.
He lowered his head, looking at the bloody glass fragments in his hand, thinking to himself: "I have to say, this illusion is quite real. Both the feeling and the touch are exactly the same as the real thing. It's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent."
Wang Xian's expression was indifferent. This illusion did not cut off his connection with the "Soul Tower" at all, and this was the key to his determination that he was in an illusion.
In what kind of mortal world can there be an ancient and extraordinary tower in the brain?
Holding the bloody glass fragments, Wang Xian walked out of the ward.
His steps were firm and steady, as if this chaotic scene had nothing to do with him. He had only one thought in his mind: to break this illusion and find a way out.
Wang Xian remembered that he had fought a fierce battle with the ferocious beast before and was seriously injured by it. He fled into the space crack and then fell into a coma.
Wang Xian couldn't be sure why he fell into the illusion. If his current body was still in the space crack, it would be fine. After all, with the existence of the "Road of Reincarnation", he didn't have to worry about the various dangers in the space crack.
But if they fall into the territory of the 'weird clan', and this 'mortal illusion' is the work of the 'weird clan', then there will be big problems.
Thinking in his heart, Wang Xian continued to walk towards the door of the ward, but before he reached the door, more than a dozen security guards rushed in like a tide.
These security guards were all strong and sturdy, holding rubber sticks tightly in their hands. Their eyes were alert and fierce, like a group of well-trained hunting dogs, staring at Wang Xian, the "prey".
The security guards quickly formed a circle around Wang Xian, trapping him in the middle.
They exchanged glances, as if conveying some kind of tacit understanding.
Then, as if they had received some orders, they waved the rubber sticks in their hands and hit Wang Xian.
Wang Xian looked at the security guard rushing over and sighed helplessly.
Although he knew that he was in an illusion, he could not use his full strength at this moment. He was like an ordinary mortal, unarmed, facing a dozen strong security guards armed with weapons.
During the fierce fight, Wang Xian dodged left and right, trying to avoid the attacks of the security guards.
He used the glass fragments in his hands to block the attack of the rubber sticks, but he was outnumbered. A rubber stick hit him hard on the back, and he staggered forward a few steps and almost fell.
Before he could stand firm, another rubber stick hit his shoulder. His arm suddenly felt numb and the glass fragments in his hand almost fell.
In less than a minute, Wang Xian was beaten to the ground by the security guards.
Wang Xian's body was covered with scars, his clothes were torn, and blood was oozing out of the wounds.
Soon after, the police arrived at the scene.
They quickly controlled Wang Xian, pulled him up from the ground, and handcuffed him.
Wang Xian did not resist. He knew that resisting at this moment would only make the situation worse.
Wang Xian allowed the police to escort him, but he was thinking about what to do next.
After careful examination by several doctors, Wang Xian was diagnosed as a mental patient.
Wang Xian was not surprised by this result. He knew that this was part of the illusion and a means by which this virtual world wanted to trap him.
Subsequently, Wang Xian was sent to a mental hospital.
The environment of the mental hospital was even more depressing. The high walls and cold iron gates were like an invisible cage that trapped Wang Xian tightly.
Wang Xian was taken to a small and cramped ward, as if he was in a corner forgotten by the world.
The space in the ward is extremely limited, and one can feel the cramped feeling as soon as one enters.
There was only one tattered bed in the room. The gaps between the bed boards seemed to reveal traces of countless years. The sheets on it had been washed so much that they turned white and had several patches on them, making them look particularly shabby.
Next to the bed was a simple toilet, the rough ceramic surface was covered with stains and emitted a disgusting smell.
The paint on the walls had long been mottled and peeled off in large pieces, revealing the gray cement wall inside.
The remaining paint looked like distorted ghost faces, appearing particularly eerie under the dim light.
An old smell permeated the entire room. Every breath seemed to inhale the dust of time, making people feel heavier and more depressed.
Wang Xian slowly sat down on the bed. The worn-out bed board creaked in pain, as if protesting against his weight.
Wang Xian stared ahead with empty eyes, his mind in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts flooding in like a tide.
He was thinking, what exactly is the purpose of this "mortal illusion"?
"Soul Tower!"
Wang Xian silently recited two words in his heart. He was sure that the key to breaking this "mortal illusion" lay in the "Soul Tower".
However, in this illusion, Wang Xian lost his consciousness, just like losing the key to unlock the treasure.
Without the guidance of divine consciousness, the 'Soul Tower' seemed to be far away even though it was close at hand.
Although the 'Soul Tower' is in his sea of consciousness, without the awakening of his spiritual consciousness, it will probably remain dormant.
As for waiting for the "Soul Tower" to sense something was wrong and awaken from its silence, Wang Xian secretly estimated that it would take at least tens of thousands of years.
For practitioners, especially those who have entered the "fairyland", tens of thousands of years may only be the duration of a retreat.
During the long years of practice, practitioners often go into seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years in order to break through their own realm.
Tens of thousands of years are but a brief moment in the long river of a practitioner's life.
However, these tens of thousands of years are an unattainable eternity for mortals.
The life of a mortal is short and fragile. A few short decades of time is but a drop in the ocean in the long river of history.
The entire mortal civilization, under the baptism of time, would find it difficult to last for tens of thousands of years.
Countless dynasties rose and fell, the flame of civilization swayed in the wind and rain, and tens of thousands of years were enough for a glorious civilization to go from birth to destruction.
Wang Xian was unwilling to waste time aimlessly like this, so he tried to communicate with the Soul Tower with his consciousness.
He closed his eyes, concentrated all his mental strength, and sketched out the appearance of the 'Soul Tower' in his mind, trying to establish a connection with it.
He called out to the 'Soul Tower' over and over again in his heart, his voice full of anticipation and desire.
However, the only response from Wang Xian was endless silence, like a stone thrown into the abyss, without causing a single ripple.
"Ugh!"
Wang Xian sighed helplessly, his voice full of fatigue and frustration.
Slowly opening his eyes, a faint light flickered in them, Wang Xian decided to give up for the time being.
Anyway, he knew clearly that this illusion would not let him go easily and would continue to cause him trouble. And that might be the best time to break the illusion.
Just as Wang Xian guessed, this illusion would continue to cause him trouble. On the second day after he entered the mental hospital, trouble came knocking on his door.
In a laboratory, Wang Xian sat on an iron stool with some wires stuck to his body. The other end of the wires was connected to a machine that looked extremely sophisticated and complicated.
As Wang Xian looked indifferent, a doctor in a white coat turned on the machine.
In an instant, Wang Xian felt powerful electric currents running through his body. Pain that could not be described in words instantly swept through Wang Xian's body, and cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.
"hiss--"
Wang Xian took a deep breath and clenched his teeth.
I have to say, this is really painful!
Just as Wang Xian was enduring this extreme pain, a voice suddenly sounded in Wang Xian's mind: "What's going on?"
Hearing this sudden sound, Wang Xian was stunned at first, and then he reacted.
Soul Tower!
"You finally woke up!"
Wang Xian was very excited.
The awakening of the Soul Tower means that he can break through this illusion and return to reality.
"Illusion?!"
The Soul Tower did not answer Wang Xian's question immediately. It felt the situation and determined what was going on.
"Help me break this illusion quickly."
Wang Xian had no interest in such a "mortal illusion". He just wanted to know whether he was in the space crack or fell into the hands of the "weird clan".
"Simple!"
The body of the Soul Tower shook slightly, and billions of rays of light burst out. In an instant, everything around it disintegrated and melted.
When the light faded, Wang Xian saw the surrounding environment clearly and breathed a sigh of relief.