Li Shimin stood at the bow of the ship.
The large vessel didn’t dock at Myriad Blades State, but instead sailed directly away from it to a nearby port.
At the port, countless eager demon clans were already waiting.
From a distance, their heads swarmed, extending for dozens of miles along the coastline!
They held high placards and banners, and upon seeing the large ship approach the shore, they let out a thunderous cheer: “Jiang Ke’er! Jiang Ke’er! Jiang Ke’er!”
Li Shimin’s expression grew even more grim.
The broadcast had stopped the moment Jiang Ke’er cleared the one hundred checkpoints, so they were unaware of the subsequent attack and that Jiang Ke’er had remained on the island forever.
“Where’s Jiang Ke’er?”
The crowd searched left and right but couldn’t spot any sign of Jiang Ke’er.
They had come spontaneously, their purpose to welcome a hero… but where was this hero?
Only a boat full of downcast demon clans had returned. Where was Jiang Ke’er?
The fervent atmosphere gradually subsided as all the demon clans realized something was wrong.
“She…” Li Shimin sighed, and finally gritted his teeth, “She died on the island…”
At this moment, Jiang Ke’er was suspended back-to-back with Qiao Xiaoxian.
Dao Yi was diligently operating the steamboat below, while Jiang Ke’er held the bowl with the sun egg, her cheek twitching.
…Could this thing still be hatched?
Perhaps it would be better to stew it.
But this was, after all, a Sun Golden Crow egg, and its heat resistance was probably incredibly high, so it wouldn’t cook even if stewed.
It seemed she could only try to hatch it.
Jiang Ke’er sighed helplessly, covered her wrist with her hand, and tried to infuse spiritual energy.
The Golden Crow egg absorbed the spiritual energy like a sponge, but it didn’t take much.
Jiang Ke’er’s spiritual energy seemed to be a starting key.
After activating this Golden Crow egg, it began to spontaneously absorb the surrounding fire-attribute spiritual energy… at an extremely fast rate.
It seemed it wouldn’t require much troublesome care.
Jiang Ke’er breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out some cling film, and wrapped the bowl tightly to prevent the Golden Crow egg from accidentally leaking out.
Then she poked a few small holes in the cling film to ensure ventilation.
Finally, she poked a hole through the bowl, and carefully hung it around her neck with a string, letting it dangle on her chest.
Jiang Ke’er clasped her hands together and secretly prayed, “Senior Golden Crow, this little fox’s life and everything depend on you. You must grow up quickly and recover your peak strength…”
“Crack—”
However, after the wish, the Golden Crow egg didn’t change, but the small black gouyu in her belly seemed to have hatched something, as a tiny speck quietly fell off.
Jiang Ke’er quickly looked inward and painfully discovered that a piece had indeed broken off from the center of rotation of that small gouyu, a square fragment!
Although the missing part was quickly integrated and replenished by the surrounding gouyu, Jiang Ke’er clearly felt her true qi reserves had dropped significantly! At least by half!
What a scam!
How could this gouyu even shed pieces? Didn’t they say she had become a perfect two-halves Dao foundation or something…? But it looked completely like a shoddy construction project?
How could she defeat Qiao Xiaoxian like this! And… when could she get rid of those disgusting immortals?
Jiang Ke’er’s eyes were red with distress.
She looked at the small square fragment that had fallen off, not understanding why this tiny square particle could cause her to lose most of her spiritual energy reserves.
She tried to touch it with her consciousness…
“Buzz—”
A roar echoed in her mind, and Jiang Ke’er felt as if she had fallen into a huge vortex, her consciousness completely and uncontrollably sucked into the fragment!
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an extremely bizarre world.
Everything in this world was square, composed of pixelated blocks.
Trees were stacked blocks, and mountains, rivers, and plants were all small square grids.
Even she herself was made of irregular blocks, merely using pixels to approximate her real appearance.
Truly, I’m cubed.
Suddenly, a square light flashed, and another small square person appeared beside Jiang Ke’er.
Jiang Ke’er became alert and subconsciously reached for her sword, but found nothing.
Only then did she remember that she was merely a square consciousness.
“Where is this place?” the other small square person spoke, and it was surprisingly Qiao Xiaoxian’s voice.
“You ask me, who should I ask,” Jiang Ke’er put away her guard and breathed a sigh of relief, but became even more troubled, “Speaking of which… how did you get in too? Did the gouyu in your belly also shed pieces?”
“Yes,” Qiao Xiaoxian nodded.
It was true.
And these two fragments surprisingly led to the same place.
“This should be our shared consciousness space,” Qiao Xiaoxian said.
“I’ve heard that powerful Tribulation Immortals can open up a small space within their bodies, the largest being a few hundred meters in area… But with our strength, it’s clearly too early, and judging by the size of this space, it’s obviously far more than a few hundred meters; it’s hundreds of miles.”
“This is my world?” Jiang Ke’er was astonished, then suddenly laughed.
“It really is my world! I’m actually playing real-life Minecraft in another world! MC is awesome!”
Minecraft, known in Chinese as My World, is an extremely free pixel-style sandbox game, composed of pixel blocks.
Freedom is everything in that game; players can start from scratch in their own world, develop technology, and create all sorts of things.
And now… she seemed to be in a similar place.
“Such a consciousness space is truly unheard of,” Qiao Xiaoxian couldn’t help but exclaim repeatedly.
“It looks not only spacious enough but also has higher malleability… What are you doing?”
While Qiao Xiaoxian was marveling, Jiang Ke’er had already run to a tree and was pounding on the trunk repeatedly.
“What am I doing?” Jiang Ke’er gave a pixelated look of disdain, as if looking at a bumpkin.
“If you want to get rich, first punch a tree!”
“Punch a tree?”
Before Qiao Xiaoxian could figure it out, Jiang Ke’er had already punched down a few wooden pixel blocks, stacked them up, and crafted a simple workbench.
She didn’t know how these wooden blocks “poof-ed” into planks and then into a workbench.
She just believed it was possible, and at that instant, the wood transformed into the shape of a workbench.
Qiao Xiaoxian touched the workbench, feeling its solid hardness and texture, lost in thought.
Jiang Ke’er enthusiastically continued to collect blocks and skillfully began building a house… She didn’t know if there would be zombies, Creepers, or other monsters at night, but building a house was fun anyway.
After finishing the house, she stood proudly on the block house, looking down at her territory, and provocatively glanced at Qiao Xiaoxian.
Qiao Xiaoxian ignored her gaze, as she had been stroking her chin in thought.
She knew what a consciousness space should look like… It wasn’t large, and within it, the owner of the consciousness was the absolute deity.
But there was one point where this place was vastly different from a typical consciousness space.
Everything here, every element, although appearing in block form, was a tangible entity! Absolutely not an imagined illusion!
Moreover, there were almost no Heavenly Dao rules here.
She clearly sensed that the moment Jiang Ke’er created the workbench, a new rule appeared in this world, the synthesis rule for the workbench.
Whenever Jiang Ke’er thought “it should be like this,” something began to exist according to the meaning Jiang Ke’er assigned to it.
From this, it was clear that here, although they didn’t have absolute control like in ordinary consciousness spaces, they were still the supreme creators.