pertwk Chapter 36 Immersive Experience
Chapter 36 Immersive Experience
One song after another.
Besides the famous Earth poems he was familiar with, there were also many poems that were completely unfamiliar to him.
Some depict the magnificent wonders of the multiverse, some expound on the spiritual insights gained through seeking the mysteries of the Tao, and some are even direct reflections by the Divine Lord Xuanjing on civilization, existence, and destiny.
Jiang Yun realized that these were probably poems created by Xuanjing Divine Lord after he came to this world, based on his own experiences and insights.
One of his poems, "Thoughts on Stargazing," reads:
"The vast sea of stars is like a chessboard, and the mysterious position hangs high, serving as the path."
Another poem, "To My Wife," was written for Ling Caixin:
"Today I wish to accomplish a great undertaking that will last for a thousand years, through which the profound and mysterious Dharma will arise."
Upon seeing this, Jiang Yun's heart stirred slightly.
Indeed, the ancient texts alone are insufficient to support its profound power to attain a Dao position in this world and benefit all living beings.
Clearly, as he gained deeper understanding, his poetic skills eventually reached their peak.
Outside, the rankings on the big screen are changing dramatically.
Wang Qian remains at the top of the list, having already read 19 songs. Her speed is astonishing; she completes a song almost every ten seconds.
But a closer look reveals that as her classmates gradually narrowed the gap in ranking with her, her eyes were gradually filled with anxiety.
The girl who came in second place was only one song behind her.
No, we can't let them catch up!
I work tirelessly, day and night, using my phone to try and understand the beauty and poetry in literature. Why can't I compare to those who spend their days shopping and playing games?
Another bubble of emotion floated out; she seemed to be experiencing hysteria, staring madly at the verses on the mental terminal.
Despite having enhanced perception thanks to Xiao Ku these past few days, she could no longer see clearly, let alone read it.
The magpie perched quietly on her table, without chirping.
"No...it's impossible..."
She muttered to herself, her fingers flying across her phone under the table, clearly frantically working through the "Xiaoku Smart Guide".
In the few seconds that she was stuck, the students behind her caught up.
Ling Jiu ranked third with 16 poems. Her speed wasn't the fastest, but she recited each poem steadily and solidly. After all, she had already grasped the artistic conception and didn't pursue speed.
The best answer is to grasp that wisp of literary spirit and break through the barrier.
Ling Jiu read the 17th poem, only 2 more poems away from being read.
Another girl read the 15th poem and kept up.
Wang Qian's face began to turn pale. She looked up at her precarious ranking on the big screen, her breathing becoming rapid. She stared blankly at Xiao Ku's answers on her phone.
This is a seven-character quatrain about "farewell on the battlefield," with tragic imagery and intense emotions. Xiaoku will connect to your mental terminal to display corresponding scenes to enhance your understanding.
The responses on the phone were very genuine.
The data stream flowed into the brain terminal, and she felt as if she were truly on a battlefield, with her newlywed wife and the mother who raised her in the city behind her.
But no matter how she tried, the poem seemed to be welded shut; she couldn't utter a single word.
No, no, how could I possibly care about this fake wife, or that woman? Even if his mother is nice, she's not my mother!
Light pink bubbles of emotion surged wildly from her body, and Jiang Yun could see them even more clearly this time.
Yes, yes, I am that general, and I love his wife, his mother!
I understand! I understand! Why can't I read it aloud?
No... I can't lose... Mom said if I fail again this time, she won't give me my allowance...
What should I do? What should I do...?
The lines grew darker and darker, from light red to dark red, and finally almost black. The lines themselves trembled violently, as if they might break at any moment.
Jiang Yun glanced at it, then stopped looking.
After all, her biological mother has a privileged background and her own advantages, making her incomparable to ordinary people.
The more anxious she became, the less able she was to calm her mind and appreciate the world.
She will definitely fail even more next.
Sure enough, this time, she couldn't even make a "hoarse" sound; she just opened and closed her mouth in vain, like a fish out of water.
But the mother calmly read out the 18th poem.
"Lying awake at night, I hear the wind and rain; in my dreams, I see iron horses and icy rivers."
The moment the poem was uttered, Jiang Yun felt a chilling aura of war and death wash over him. The wisp of literary energy between Ling Jiu's brows suddenly surged and solidified.
On the big screen, her name jumped to third place, with 20 points.
Wang Qian dropped to third place with 19 points.
Then came the fourth, the fifth...
When Wang Qian finally managed to read a relatively simple poem and get 20 points, her ranking had already dropped to 12th.
She stared blankly at the big screen, her face drained of color.
On the podium, Lecturer Wang looked at her, gently shook his head, and sighed almost imperceptibly.
Jiang Yun saw it all and understood.
He seemed to understand why Lecturer Wang was so openly advertising his rankings.
Ling Caixin had previously stated that Dao Xin influences Dao Hui.
However, an overly smooth path to enlightenment may lead to an unstable Daoist mind, making one prone to collapse at the first sign of setback.
While appropriate competition and pressure may dampen self-confidence, as long as one can persevere, one's character will be tempered, and one's wisdom will become more stable and solid.
Perhaps ordinary schools can use a joyful education approach to avoid discouraging students, allowing them to quickly grasp more knowledge so they can contribute to society.
However, as one of the 1,000 key universities in the empire, Jiangda clearly could not engage in simple, happy education.
A greenhouse cannot nurture pillars that can support the future of civilization.
His biological mother, Ling Jiu, is completely different from how she seemed anxious and uncertain just over a month ago.
She was completely immersed in the imagery of the poems, reciting and contemplating them one after another. The wisp of literary energy between her brows grew and solidified at a visible speed. Her Dao wisdom was also soaring in sync.
Jiang Yun shared her insights, and her own Dao wisdom also grew rapidly.
The outline of the lotus within his body began to gradually become clear at the position of a petal, and his Dao wisdom's perception of the Dao of Literature also deepened day by day.
Jiang Yun was immersed in his reflections when suddenly, Ling Jiu's mental screen refreshed with the next poem.
Title of the poem: "Sword Song Slaying the Jade Terrace".
But before he could even read the poem, an indescribable, sharp and unparalleled "meaning" pierced through the barrier between mother and child and crashed directly into the depths of his consciousness!
The hidden senses suddenly reacted.
[Discovering the profound mysteries of literature and philosophy, currently undergoing integration!]
"Buzz—"
Jiang Yun felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, as if her consciousness had been forcibly pulled out of the warm amniotic fluid by an invisible hand and thrown into a completely unfamiliar space and time.
……
When his vision cleared again, he found himself standing in an extremely spacious place.
This appears to be the top floor of a skyscraper, with transparent, high-strength glass beneath your feet, offering a panoramic view of the swarms of cars flying overhead and the neon-lit cityscape below.
But further away, countless floating buildings loomed in the clouds, forming a towering wall that stood over the city. Outside the wall, skyscrapers collapsed, corpses littered the ground, and countless strange beasts roamed about, devouring the bodies of the people.
At this moment, he was wearing a simple white ancient-style robe. The material appeared soft, yet it shimmered with a metallic sheen, clearly some kind of high-tech fabric. His hair had also grown longer, tied into a high ponytail with a white jade belt, swaying gently in the wind behind his head.
In his hand, he held a three-foot-long, sheathed green sword.
The sword is long and narrow, with faint blue lotus patterns. The scabbard gleams with a cold light, exuding a chilling sharpness.
Opposite him, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a black boss's chair slowly turned around.
Sitting in the chair was a man dressed in a well-tailored, expensive dark suit. He looked to be around forty years old, with a handsome face and his hair was neatly combed back.
Behind him, the entire wall was covered with a real-time changing star map, and in his hand he held a glass of amber-colored liquor containing a miniature rotating star specimen, which he gently swirled in the glass with his finger.
"Ye Zhigui,"
The man spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an oppressive air of someone accustomed to a superior position, "You're nothing more than a mere planetary-level martial artist..."
"Are you really going to make enemies of us for the sake of those lowly people?"