The result of Tang Zhen's analysis is simply appalling.
According to his inference, the guardians are all tools used by others and belong to the deceived objects.
With false memories, they have acted as guardians and servants of the city. Unknown years have passed.
In this special world, there is no tool to record time, and there is no birth, old age, sickness or death, and it is taken for granted.
The concept of time does not exist at all.
If it weren't for an accident, the Guardian might have been serving as a servant without any chance of fighting.
This special world is far safer than imagined, and it is not so easy to encounter danger.
The super plane is erratic and concealed in the void of the star sea, and it is difficult to find even the strong **** king.
In most cases, the items of the super plane appeared outside, which left a variety of tempting legends.
Tang Zhen was able to enter the super plane, in fact, because he fell into the enemy's trap. Judging from the current situation, it is a blessing in disguise.
It is almost impossible to find it through normal channels.
Even if you find a super plane and want to break into it from the outside, it is by no means easy.
Take the Loucheng ancestor as an example, it is impossible to break through the crystal wall from the outside, unless there is a monk inside to respond.
In such a special world, there is very little chance of change, and the role of the guardian is just in case.
There is a great possibility that internal changes are the only thing to be prepared for.
Of course these are all speculations, and sufficient evidence must be found to prove the correctness of Tang Zhen's speculation.
If it can be proved that the memories of the guardians are all false, the legendary **** master must also exist.
Only such a strong person can construct false memories and keep the monks of the **** king in the dark.
Regarding Tang Zhen's inference, the Guardian could not accept it.
"It's impossible?"
The Guardian didn't want to believe Tang Zhen's speculation. If what he said was the truth, it meant that all the Guardians were being played around.
They can accept to guard the city, serve ordinary residents, and even accept to be imprisoned in a fixed location.
But unable to accept deceit, has been living in lies.
If the lies are true, it means that not only the process of practice, but also their origins may be false.
The self-esteem of the **** king monk made the guardian unwilling to believe in such a thing, unwilling to admit his ignorance and stupidity.
The guardian's fierce reaction is also reasonable, anyone who encounters such a thing, I am afraid that he can no longer remain calm.
Gaffes are normal, and if the concentration is not enough, there is even the possibility of being enchanted.
Enchanted?
A glimmer of light flashed in Tang Zhen's mind, but he didn't grasp it accurately.
"Whether you believe it or not, this is a possibility, and it may even be the truth.
There is no need to rush to deny, the correct way is to investigate, so that you can know whether the past memory is true or false. "
Hearing Tang Zhen's method, the Guardian shook his head helplessly.
"I have said before that the Guardian cannot leave the city, and there is no way to verify the authenticity of this matter."
The guardian slowly said, but his heart trembled suddenly. Perhaps it was for this reason that the lie was never exposed.
If the guardian can't leave the city, he can't verify it. Naturally, what he says is what he says.
The suspicion in my heart became more intense.
Tang Zhen pondered slightly, then chuckled lightly, indicating that there was no problem.
"Since there are rules, you can bypass the rules."
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The vast sea of clouds, the wind swept across.
Tang Zhen stepped between the clouds, looking for the place of cultivation that the guardian said.
During the flight, a round ball followed closely, and would exchange a few words with Tang Zhen from time to time.
Inside this special sphere, there is a spirit that is a replica of the guardian's soul.
The Guardian was limited by the rules and couldn't leave the city. Tang Zhen used the device spirit to copy the Guardian's soul, making it a special clone.
The spirit of the device is equivalent to the guardian, but it does not have the slightest cultivation base, and can only act with the help of the orb.
Such a device will not be subject to any restrictions when going out of the city, and it will share thinking with the ontology.
What Tang Zhen has to do is to lead the guardian's copy to verify many things in his memory.
Ordinarily, other guardians can follow this operation. The problem is that they lack the cooperation of a **** monk.
Without the strength of the **** king, the spirits cannot go to those special places, and it is impossible to complete the verification at all.
There is one more thing that is also worth pondering.
The guardian of each city, the rule's scope of influence is limited to the city where it is located, and it will lose its effect once it crosses the boundary.
This is the biggest doubt, enough to prove that someone is controlling the rules of the world and imposing various restrictions on the guardian.
Such harsh rules make the guardian's communication a problem, and many guardians have never had contact.
Weird, bizarre, wayward, and **** incredibly fucking.
Tang Zhen could only use such words to describe the manipulator behind the scenes, and by the way, pity the guardian.
According to the memory of the guardians, their practice place is in the sea of clouds, where there is a huge floating island.
The hanging island is a real wonderland, with waterfalls and flowing clouds, treasures everywhere, and exotic animals everywhere.
Practitioners gather here to practice and play every day, which is really pleasant.
Tang Zhen asked the guardian what kind of technique he practiced on weekdays, and whether he could tell the content.
Since he chose to cooperate, the guardian would not deliberately conceal it, so he told Tang Zhen the cultivation technique.
After Tang Zhen analyzed the deduction, he showed a sarcasm smile.
It is indeed a top-level technique, enough to cultivate to the realm of gods, once born in the outside world, it will inevitably attract frenzied competition from monks.
The real problem is that although the cultivation technique is top-notch, it does not help to become a **** king.
But according to the guardian, when they practiced on the floating island, they practiced this kind of exercise in a unified way.
It sounds ridiculous to say that they practice the same kind of exercises and all have been promoted to the **** king and strong.
Tang Zhen knows how difficult it is to become a **** king, but listening to the guardian's narration is as easy as drinking cold water.
This kind of practice experience is simply a humiliation for the monks of the **** king who practiced asceticism.
Based on this alone, Tang Zhen dared to conclude that the memory of the Guardian was nonsense.
You can only deceive these ignorant and captive fools, and they will be easily exposed when they meet Tang Zhen, an experienced monk.
But it was precisely this that made Tang Zhen feel the willfulness behind the scenes, not only setting weird rules, but even weaving memories were so perfunctory.
With such a weird existence, I wonder if we can cooperate?
The more truths he learns, the less emboldened Tang Zhen is, for fear that he will be busy in vain.
But now Tang Zhen really doesn't have too many choices. Now that he has already started his actions, he still has to get a result after all.
Among the vast sea of clouds, Tang Zhen swam dozens of times back and forth, but never found the floating island.
This result was originally expected.
The guardian became flustered, and the most worried thing finally happened, but he couldn't accept it at all.
"How can it be, it's here obviously, my memory can't be wrong!"
"Could it be that the time has passed and the Hanging Island has changed?"
While looking for the floating island where he had practiced in comparison with his memory, the guardian made various guesses.
Only by doing this can we conceal the fear and the growing despair.