Not only that, but such a transition in life form was no different from suicide to a human mind.
Summer insects cannot speak of ice, and mortals cannot speak of gods.
Translated to past terms, that would be cultivating both body and mind.
Let alone ascending from a human to a god in an instant with a normal person’s mind, even if someone were suddenly made into Homelander one day, he would commit all sorts of things he could never have imagined before.
The blind cannot understand colors, and the deaf-mute cannot know sounds.
They can still barely communicate with humans who possess all five senses, and both sides share the same cultural and moral standards.
But what if the change were even greater?
Greater to the point of…
drawing a boundary with their former kind?
Just like humans looking at ancient apes, or ancient apes looking at humans, these are already completely different species.
If an ancient ape’s mind were to suddenly become human, it might even want to taste monkey brains—why wouldn’t that be acceptable?
Perhaps, after discarding human narrow-mindedness, a non-human mindset would instead be a higher-level elevation.
When that time comes, looking back at my current self, those so-called emotions and obsessions would only be like modern humans despising the uncivilized behavior of primitive animals; everything would become a matter of course.
“But I won’t allow such a thing to happen.” Lin Chuan felt a realization stirring within him:
“Such an elevation is meaningless to me.
I must ensure that my personality, worldview, emotions, and obsessions are not gradually eroded by future elevations.
My current mental imprint is already akin to a born Great Old One.
External pollution and body-seizing have no meaning to me; my only enemy is none other than myself, gradually changing over the long years.”
After sorting all this out, Lin Chuan finally had the leisure to look around.
Ever since he opened his eyes from his main body, space had existed here, subsequently evolving into divisions of near and far, up and down.
Yet the void remained completely empty and dead silent.
He recalled all the anomalies during his previous ritual: the stagnating air, the tugging sensation, and the overlapping, tide-like calls…
Weren’t these just plagiarized ‘login special effects’ from the Chaos Sea and Sefirah Castle?
“As the symbol of ‘Nothingness’, there is probably no external force that can affect me.
It must be that my main body unintentionally adopted this method of connection.” Lin Chuan grew pensive.
“That being the case, when Klein first stepped onto Sefirah Castle, he could open a ‘custom room’ with just that little bit of authority and connection.
I should be able to do it too, right?”
With a sudden shift in thought, Lin Chuan decided to plagiarize little Zhou’s idea first.
That’s not right, how can what I am doing be called plagiarism?
In this timeline, there are still a full five epochs before Zhou Mingrui logs into Sefirah Castle and materializes scenes!
I was clearly here first, right?
Let me think…
A temple, a long table, and numerous high-backed chairs carved with ancient patterns and filled with a sense of mystery.
Come to think of it, why did little Zhou love showing off in front of people so much?
Even after transmigrating, he still hadn’t forgotten this trait.
No, perhaps it was precisely because he had transmigrated that he let himself go completely.
As the thought settled, layers of gray fog surged around Lin Chuan, and towering stone pillars rose from the ground, supporting the broad and lofty dome above.
The entire architecture was magnificent, grand, and ancient, resembling the king’s palace of giants from legends.
Directly beneath the dome, amidst the gathering gray fog, a bronze long table appeared.
There were ten high-backed chairs on each side, left and right, with identical seats placed at the front and back as well.
The backs of the chairs shimmered brilliantly with a restrained deep red, outlining strange constellations that did not correspond to reality.
Lin Chuan felt a wave of relief.
Although the scene of being the only person in the void just now was also quite atmospheric, the feeling of having one’s feet firmly on the ground was definitely much more comfortable.
Treating oneself as a human—this truly was a profound truth.
He noticed that these decorations were extremely exquisite, completely beyond what he could imagine out of thin air.
Instead, it felt more like the Sefirah automatically generated a scene that met his requirements and satisfied him.
It’s just unclear whether the effect ‘pinched’ out by Klein’s side at that time will match the current one.
Perhaps everyone draws from the same database?
Like the Spirit World, or somewhere else?
He tried to touch the surrounding gray fog, and as expected, these were merely fog environments similar in appearance rather than the true Fog of History.
Lin Chuan tried dismissing the scene again, and everything around him dissipated accordingly.
Then he tried several scenes that existed in reality: the Himalayas, the Pacific Ocean, Antarctica…
Everything was incomparably real, keeping him entertained to his heart’s content.
He even tried materializing the lunar surface.
As the scenery shifted, he found himself appearing near a desolate crater.
“It seems this Moon is not that ‘Moon’ of later generations.” Lin Chuan understood.
That’s right; right now, the Original Creator has not yet awakened, and the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty have not yet split.
At the very least, it won’t be until the Original Creator aggregates to twenty-two Pathways and tears out the Nest that the Mother Goddess will arrive on Earth.
The Moon right now is still just an ordinary satellite, very clean.
After playing—I mean, after experimenting enough, Lin Chuan temporarily fixed the scene here to his bedroom before transmigrating.
However, no matter how he changed the scene, just like the gray fog above Sefirah Castle, this unnamed Sefirah remained an endless void outside the scene.
Even though the concept of space had been established, it was still impossible to completely make the void outside the scene vanish.
Thinking of this, Lin Chuan suddenly realized a blind spot.
After transmigrating, aggregating, and becoming the will of the Sefirah, it was naturally impossible for him to squat inside the Sefirah waiting idly or commit suicide to elevate.
He would definitely find a way to get himself out.
Given the special nature of his own Sefirah, it might not be impossible to find a way to accommodate other Pathways.
Even if not for these, he needed a normal life and social interactions, otherwise, he would go mad from suffocation.
Judging from the current situation, he probably adopted a method similar to how Sefirah Castle casts remnants of Pre-epoch, casting his main consciousness into his current body.
No wonder when he first transmigrated, he directly saw the ceiling after waking up from sleep; it turned out the original owner had taken medicine and slept themselves to death.
But why had he previously taken it for granted that he had transmigrated directly with both body and soul?
It couldn’t possibly be that he had deleted that memory himself, right?
That completely lacked any meaning.
Furthermore, the connection between him and the Sefirah—which was his main body—had previously been weak to such a degree.
It took sending signals for five years before it finally broke through, and even just a short while ago when he first arrived here, he hadn’t immediately realized where his main body actually was.
Lin Chuan sensed that something was amiss, yet couldn’t figure out why it was amiss.
After pondering deeply for a moment, he still had no clue…
Why does it feel like my IQ is dropping so…
What the fuck, Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings, when did I get hit by Blind Stupidity?!