Lords Trying to Survive: Strategizing from a Rundown Yard Chapter 1397

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If you scale everything up equally.

The leaves of the giant tree are comparable to a large tarmac.

The roots of giant trees can build highways.

The fiber holes inside the giant tree are natural culverts and internal spaces.

In other words, inside the giant tree, it may be more exciting than outside the giant tree.

Whether it's the trunk road of roots under your feet or the golden circle guidance that emerges in your mind, it proves that the road to the top of the tree canopy is right here.

The top of the giant tree, which is more than 2,000 meters high, is outside the restricted air restrictions.

It is almost impossible to fly up from the outside or take advantage of opportunities.

Because that restrictive rule is highly bound to the inheritance field.

No matter which method is used, it is easy to cause the field to be shaken, leading to the collapse of the field.

So he still chose to proceed honestly through the possible passage inside the tree.

I checked a little bit about the situation inside the culvert.

Zong Shen immediately took steps, following his approach.

The originally relatively dark culvert gradually lit up with light green light.

It's not the kind of dark fluorescence, but a light that's closer to natural light.

Although the green light is a little weird, at least there is no problem in seeing the road under my feet.

The culvert channel is large, but not deep.

After advancing for about a hundred meters, the front suddenly became clear.

It was a hall with another cave.

This hall doesn't look like it's inside a giant tree at all.

Because looking around, you can see smooth and smooth barriers, as well as quite soft white light.

The ground was spotless, without any dirt.

It obviously has self-cleaning properties.

There are several sections in the hall, but there are no signs or street signs.

Although it has the characteristics of an urban space, without humans or other intelligent races living there, this place is just a blank.

Many details are imperfect.

Fortunately, Zong Shen has a strategy module, so just follow the golden circle mark and move forward.

Otherwise, he would have to explore those partitions one by one.

The space on the first floor inside the tree is mainly used as a transfer station.

Going up one level at a time is consistent with the setting of a three-dimensional space.

So he walked towards the partition entrance marked by the golden circle without hesitation.

After entering, there is a vertical hollow passage like an elevator shaft.

Zong Shen stood in the passage, and soon a light green air flow enveloped him and floated up.

This airflow is very gentle, but its upward speed is not slow.

After ascending for less than two hundred meters, the ascending and descending process stopped.

The platform of the passage corresponds to another hall.

Zong Shen wants to change the route here.

Take the next city tree "elevator".

I followed this route four or five times.

According to the golden reminder, he had reached a position more than a thousand meters above the ground.

It is almost equivalent to the middle area of ​​a big tree, and there is still some distance before reaching the top of the canopy.

All the spaces within the tree are large but empty.

There are no decorations, and no living beings.

So it seems quite lonely and empty.

Once here, there is no "elevator" to continue going up.

In its place is an entrance rippling with light.

This entrance looks like a portal.

It's just that there is no space breath.

The direction pointed by the golden circle is within the entrance.

So Zong Shen stood outside and stared briefly.

【Meditator's Corridor】

[Only through the Corridor of Thinkers can you find your own path]

[This is the indispensable key to the higher reaches of the city tree]

Sure enough, there are still tests.

Zong Shen didn't take the prompts that appeared in front of him seriously.

Just consider this part of the test.

Now it seems that this so-called [Meditator's Corridor] should have another mystery.

There is a high probability that there are some secrets hidden in it.

At the end of the message, the act of passing through the promenade is described as the key to the higher reaches of the urban tree.

The key here should not be abstract.

Zong Shen was convinced of this, and Quan was playing a level-breaking game.

After standing still for a while, he continued to ask questions to the strategy module.

"What's in the [Meditator's Corridor]?"

The golden subtitles were refreshed quickly, with almost no delay.

(Meditation, everyone has their own meditation, face the thoughts in your heart calmly, and you will be able to pass it)

From this slightly ambiguous answer, Zong Shen actually found the answer.

This inheritance area is called [Illidan's place of contemplation].

There should be a reason for this.

In other words, Illidan must have thought of something here.

And the idea is crucial to itself.

So it wants the successors who come here to think about themselves.

Thinking of this, Zong Shen couldn't help but shook his head.

This kind of task without tangible goals is the most difficult to measure and grasp.

If you're not careful, you may lose even if you don't know how.

The strategy module couldn't give an answer to this either.

Because the answers everyone can get when entering are different.

There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and everyone has their own reflections.

It is impossible to compare, and even the strategy module cannot provide a reliable reference answer.

After eliminating potential dangers, Zong Shen chose to enter.

He was curious, and he wanted to know what contemplation actually meant.

After all, active-thinking humans have countless thoughts every day on average.

These thoughts are rooted in the soil called the subconscious mind.

The subconscious mind is the deep consciousness.

Although people cannot feel it most of the time, the subconscious mind is actually the real king of human consciousness.

He wanted to see what kind of thinking this [Meditator's Corridor] would allow him to think about.

Having made a decision in his heart, he no longer hesitated.

Immediately he stepped forward and passed through the entrance of the passage with changing light.

Circles of ripples are rippling, like a lotus flower that blooms and then closes.

The weird visual sense gave him the illusion of being hypnotized.

However, this illusion only lasted for a moment, followed by a sudden feeling of falling.

This feeling of falling occurs on a conscious level.

The endless falling and intensifying feelings in his consciousness made him gradually ignore some things.

When he regained consciousness again, the scene around him finally stabilized.

Even though it was still very dark, it was no longer shaking, and there was no longer that endless falling feeling.

But Zong Shen only felt a deep sense of confusion.

Not long after, the surrounding darkness dissipated, revealing an old-fashioned teaching building with real stone paint on the outside.

This is the roof.

The sun was setting in the distance, and the orange twilight dimmed half of the sky.

The fluttering clouds swayed in front of the sunset that turned into fiery red, gold and orange.

Zong Shen also suddenly arrived at the rooftop. His figure had changed. He was wearing a short-sleeved school uniform with light green edges, and his ankles in white socks were dangling.

This was his high school years.

In the past, he always liked to take time to sit on the rooftop alone for a while.

At that time, he was still very young and had the ambition and idea that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Living in a childish ivory tower.

There are countless thoughts in my mind.

Exaggerated, false, objective, and sad.

The brain is like swimming in a boundless sea of ​​imagination.

The active thinking is terrifying.

At this time, Zong Shen seemed to have forgotten the identity of the lord.

He was a little tired and a little confused.

Gradually substitute yourself into your subconscious mind at a certain age.

"What exactly do I...want?"

He held his head and didn't seem to notice that the sunset in the distance had stopped setting.

The clouds that should have drifted away are still in place.

The climate and environmental changes here are in a strange state of stillness.

Zong Shen did not go back in time and space, he just came to the subconscious world.

Here he will stay focused and block out all distractions.

What he is thinking about now is what he wants.

"The girl I have a crush on also likes me?"

"No, although this is tempting, it's not what I really want."

"Have enough money?"

"It doesn't seem right either..."

Zong Shen kept questioning himself, which seemed to be a mechanical repetition.

This is an exhaustive method of rummaging through memories.

In fact, no one knows what he wants better than him.

But such true desires are often buried in the ruins of memory.

Under the impact of countless thoughts and desires, it is dizzying and gradually deviates from the direction.

In this case, no one knows how much time has passed.

Because at the level of consciousness, time is meaningless.

A moment is eternity.

Even in a subconscious state, he will ignore the factor of time.

The scenery in the distance still hasn't changed, Zong Shen is moving forward like a character in a fast-forwarding camera.

It seems that not too long ago, the advantages of the exhaustive method were finally revealed.

He finally found what he longed for most in every time period and every cognitive moment.

That is [security].

Wealth, ideals, or the pursuit of love are essentially building your own sense of security.

Later he came to the Endless Continent and became a lord.

His core appeal is also a sense of security.

A larger territory, more citizens, stronger strength...

Everything he does is for security.

As long as the territory is large enough, the people under it are large enough, and the strength is strong enough, then he will have an unbreakable sense of security.

He worked hard to become stronger and explore, but actually it was for the sake of a sense of security.

After clarifying this point, Zong Shen, who was sitting on the edge of Tiantian, had a flash of understanding in his eyes.

Although I don't have the feeling of being enlightened, putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately.

But it also made his heart extremely determined.

The path forward seems to be quite clear.

Then the state of enlightened thoughts came, and his whole person was separated from the subconscious scene.

Those external memories returned and he recalled everything.

"Do you feel safe?"

"I never thought I would be an insecure person."

Zong Shen stood there and murmured to himself, reaching out and touching his nose.

He always thought he was a bold dog.

I attribute my efforts to become stronger to being too curly.

However, the core reasons behind these behaviors are ignored.

It is precisely because he lacks enough security in his heart!

Because I feel insecure, I have to become stronger.

The two are causally related.

After clarifying this point, Zong Shen's heart suddenly became enlightened.

Concepts that had become somewhat hazy now become clear again.

There is also a kind of power that comes from the root of faith and emerges from the bottom of the heart.

Taking a deep breath, Zong Shen suddenly stood up and stood on the edge of the rooftop of the subconscious scene.

The motionless sunset in the distance slowly set, and the drifting clouds drifted away.

It seems that just for an instant, this subconscious world has a certain charm.

Zong Shen closed his eyes, and his consciousness immediately withdrew from his subconscious.

A strong sense of retrospection appears, as if traveling back in time and space, or some kind of life retrospection.

When he regained consciousness again, he appeared in a smaller tree hole hall.

The entrance to the [Thinker's Corridor] disappeared, and Zong Shen didn't even know how he appeared here.

"Changes in time and space, or spiritual magic?"

He was slightly surprised.

There is indeed something about the [Meditator's Corridor].

You must know that his mental and spiritual resistance are almost full.

It stands to reason that even if you are attacked, you won't be attacked silently.

This is enough to show the uniqueness of [Meditator's Corridor].

On closer inspection, that may not fall under the category of mind or mind control.

More strictly speaking, it should be guidance.

It guided Zong Shen into his subconscious world.

It was equivalent to letting him control himself.

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Due to the lack of subconscious concept of the passage of time.

He didn't know how long the contemplative session had passed.

After asking about the strategy module, I found that only about five minutes had passed.

But he obviously spent a lot of time in his subconscious.

Fortunately, now that I'm unaware, it doesn't matter.

“I didn't expect that my core appeal was actually a sense of security.”

"Turns out I'm an insecure person."

Zong Shen rubbed the stubble on his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is the truth.

His prudence, caution, and selfishness are all ultimately to satisfy a sense of security.

"Interesting. It seems that this inheritance of self-contemplation still has some benefits."

I have to say that although the process of meditating is not complicated, the effect is very effective. Zong Shen does feel a lot more relaxed now.

The confusion that had been lingering in my mind before was cleared away.

This feeling is still very comfortable.

Of course, no specific benefits can be seen for the time being.

After all, meditation is a matter of benevolence and wisdom.

Some people will be trapped in their hearts and cannot figure out what they want throughout their lives.

And what some people do vaguely corresponds to their own desires.

Zong Shen is the latter, and Illidan is obviously the former.

If Illidan wasn't suffering from inner pain, there would be no need to meditate at all.

This is why there is a saying that "everyone's heart is his own prison."

Zong Shen reminisced about the aftertaste of his thoughts brought about by that moment of realization.

It's a rare opportunity to relax and clear out the garbage in your brain.

Of course he was in too much of a hurry.

Allow yourself to slow down, both in terms of pace and mind.

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