Chapter 1450 The ‘Soul Tower’ Awakens

In the hospital ward, pale lights sprinkled in every corner without any temperature, and the pungent smell of disinfectant water filled the air, drilling into Wang Xian's nose, making his already chaotic consciousness even heavier.

Wang Xian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance, like a wild beast trapped in a strange place after being injured.

Wang Xian subconsciously circulated the energy in his body, but without any response, his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible shackle, and his body was silent, and he could not feel the slightest energy fluctuation.

Trying to mobilize the strength of the body, I found that I was just an ordinary mortal, raising my hands and clenching my fists, and my movements were mechanical and weak.

Wang Xian tried to explore his spiritual consciousness again, which was once a powerful tool for him to perceive the world and see through all things, but now, his mind was blank and there was no familiar spiritual consciousness.

At this time, Wang Xian was like a traveler lost in the dark forest, losing all directions and support.

He, this practitioner who once traversed the Great Universe of Immortals and the Sea of ​​Chaos, is now like an ordinary person who has never experienced the advent of data and has never witnessed the destruction of the external universe, is trapped in this seemingly ordinary In the hospital ward.

Wang Xian's mouth raised slightly, showing a sarcastic smile.

This is not the first time he has experienced such a scene and such a sense of powerlessness.

The first two times, he was deeply involved in it, and he still remembered the feeling of being played with by the illusory world.

Every time, it is like struggling in endless darkness, and there is no glimmer of hope.

But in the end, he broke free from the illusory dream with his tenacious will.

"I didn't expect that this 'mortal illusion' would get me once again."

Wang Xian whispered in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness and surprise in his voice.

His eyes slowly swept through the ward. The white walls, the cold medical devices, and the infusion bottles ticking on the infusion stands all seemed so real, so real that it was scary.

"Wang Xian, how do you feel?"

A gentle voice broke the silence in the ward.

Wang Xian turned his head and saw a doctor in a white coat looking at him with concern.

The doctor's eyes showed professional scrutiny and a hint of undetectable tension. He held the medical record in his hand and walked gently to Wang Xian's bed.

Wang Xian did not answer. His eyes were as calm as water, but unfathomable as he stared straight at the doctor.

Behind this seemingly calm gaze is Wang Xian’s deep suspicion and vigilance towards this illusion.

He was waiting, waiting for the doctor to reveal his flaws, waiting for the cracks in this illusory world to appear.

Seeing that Wang Xian did not respond, the doctor frowned slightly.

He has been in medicine for many years and has seen all kinds of patients, but Wang Xian's calm but chilling gaze made him feel an inexplicable uneasiness.

He subconsciously took a step back and unconsciously held the medical record in his hand tightly.

However, Wang Xian did not give him more time to think.

Suddenly, Wang Xian suddenly burst out like an angry cheetah, which was so fast that it was too late to react. One hand grabbed the doctor's arm like iron pliers, and the other hand quickly reached onto the bedside table to grab it. He raised the transparent glass and smashed it towards the doctor's forehead without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A dull sound.

The glass clashed violently with the doctor's forehead, making a heart-pounding sound.

The doctor's body froze instantly, and then he screamed: "Ah--"

Blood quickly poured out from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, dripping on the white sheets, smudged into shocking blood flowers.

This sudden scene was like a bomb thrown into the calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility in the ward.

The nurses and other patients in the ward were stunned by the scene, their faces filled with fear and shock.

Some patients opened their eyes wide, their mouths wide, but they could not make any sound; some nurses' medical devices fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

When the cup in Wang Xian's hand hit the doctor's head for the second time, everyone woke up as if they were dreaming.

The entire ward suddenly fell into chaos, with crying, screaming, and panic footsteps intertwined.

"ah--"

"There are lunatics!"

"Run!"

"Call the police! Call the police!"

"Security? Where is the security guard?"

Because the cup in Wang Xian used too much force, when he smashed it down for the third time, he finally couldn't bear the huge force and broke.

The sharp glass fragments cut through Wang Xian's palm, and blood dripped down his fingers to the ground, but he seemed to feel no pain.

At this moment, these sharp pieces were just what he wanted. He held the pieces and stabbed the doctor's vital parts without hesitation.

Looking at the doctor who was unable to get up and blood was rushing out of the wound, Wang Xian sneered.

He lowered his head, looked at the bloody glass fragments in his hand, and thought to himself: "I have to say that this illusion is quite real, both in feeling and touch, it is exactly the same as the real one. It's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent. .”

Wang Xian's expression was calm. This illusion did not cut off his connection with the "soul tower", and this was also the key to his ability to determine that he was in the illusion.

Let me ask, what kind of mortal world is there an ancient and extraordinary small tower in your mind?

Holding the blood-dropping glass fragments, Wang Xian walked out of the ward.

His steps were firm and steady, as if the chaotic scene had nothing to do with him. He had only one thought in his mind: to break this illusion and find a way out.

Wang Xian remembered fighting with the ferocious beast before, but was seriously injured by the ferocious beast. He fled into the space crack and then fell into a coma.

Wang Xian couldn't be sure why he fell into the illusion. If his body is still in the space crack, that's fine. After all, there is the existence of the "Reincarnation Avenue", so there is no need to worry about the existence of the space crack. A kind of danger.

But if you fall into the territory of the "Strange Clan" and this "mortal illusion" is the work of the "Strange Clan", then the problem will be big.

Thinking in his heart, Wang Xian continued to walk towards the door of the ward, but before he could reach the door of the ward, more than a dozen security guards rushed in like a tide.

These security guards were all strong and held rubber sticks tightly in their hands. Their eyes were alert and fierce, like a group of well-trained hunting dogs staring at Wang Xian, the "prey".

The security guards quickly formed a circle around Wang Xian, trapping him in the middle.

They exchanged glances with each other, as if conveying some tacit understanding.

Immediately afterwards, as if they had received some order, they waved the rubber stick in their hands and smashed it towards Wang Xian.

Wang Xian looked at the security guard rushing over and sighed helplessly.

Although he knew that he was in an illusion, his strength was simply unable to be exerted at this moment. He was like an ordinary mortal, unarmed, and faced with more than a dozen security guards holding weapons and strong bodies.

During the fierce fight, Wang Xian dodged left and right, trying to avoid the security guards' attacks.

He used the glass fragments in his hand to resist the attack of the rubber stick, but in the end he was outnumbered.

A rubber stick hit his back heavily, staggering forward a few steps, almost falling down.

Before he could stand firm, another rubber stick hit his shoulder. His arm suddenly became numb and the glass fragments in his hand almost fell.

In less than a minute, Wang Xian was beaten to the ground by the security guards.

Wang Xian's body was covered with scars, his clothes were torn, and blood kept oozing out of the wound.

Soon after, the police arrived at the scene.

They quickly controlled Wang Xian, pulled Wang Xian up from the ground, and put handcuffs.

Wang Xian did not resist. He knew that the resistance at this moment would only make the situation worse.

Wang Xian let the police escort him, but he was thinking about what to do next.

After several doctors' careful examination, Wang Xian was identified as a mentally ill.

Wang Xian was not surprised by this result. He knew that this was part of the illusion and the means by which this illusory world wanted to trap him.

Afterwards, Wang Xian was sent to a mental hospital.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The environment of the mental hospital is even more depressing. The high walls and cold iron gates are like an invisible cage that traps Wang Xian tightly.

Wang Xian was taken to a small and cramped ward, as if he was in a corner forgotten by the world.

The space in the ward is extremely limited, and you can feel the cramped feeling that comes to your face as soon as you enter.

There was only a dilapidated bed in the house. There seemed to be countless traces of time hidden in the gaps in the bed board. The sheets on it were washed white and there were a few patches, which looked particularly shabby.

Beside the bed is a simple toilet, with the rough ceramic surface full of stains and a disgusting smell.

The paint on the wall has long been mottled, and large areas have peeled off, revealing the dark cement wall inside.

The remaining paints looked particularly groggy under the dim light.

The old breath permeates the whole room, and every breath seems to be able to inhale the dust of time, making people feel heavier and more depressed.

Wang Xian sat slowly on the bed, and the shabby bed board let out a painful moan, as if protesting his weight.

Wang Xian looked ahead with empty eyes, his mind was in chaos, and all kinds of thoughts surged like a tide.

He was thinking about what purpose this "mortal illusion" has?

"Soul Tower!"

Wang Xian was silently reciting two words in his heart. He could be sure that the key to breaking through this "mortal illusion" lies in the "soul tower".

However, in this illusion, Wang Xian lost his spiritual consciousness, as if he had lost the key to open a treasure.

Without the guidance of the spiritual consciousness, even if the "Soul Tower" is close, it seems to be far away.

Although the "Soul Tower" is in his sea of ​​consciousness, it is not awakened by his spiritual consciousness, and he will probably be sleeping all the time.

As for waiting for the "Soul Tower" to feel something is wrong and take the initiative to recover from the silence, Wang Xian secretly estimated in his heart that it would take at least tens of thousands of years.

For practitioners, especially those who have entered the "fairyland", tens of thousands of years may be just the length of retreat to practice.

During the long years of practice, practitioners often stay in seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years to break through their own realm.

Tens of thousands of years are just a short moment in the long river of life of practitioners.

However, these tens of thousands of years have been an eternity that is unattainable for mortals.

The lives of mortals are short and fragile. In just a few decades, they are just a drop in the ocean in the long river of history.

The entire mortal civilization is difficult to last for tens of thousands of years under the baptism of time.

Countless dynasties have risen and fallen, and the fire of civilization sways in the wind and rain. Tens of thousands of years are enough to make a brilliant civilization go from birth to destruction.

Wang Xian was unwilling to waste his time aimlessly, trying to use his consciousness to communicate with the "soul tower".

Close your eyes, concentrate all your spiritual power, outline the appearance of the "soul tower" in your mind, and try to establish a connection with it.

The heart called the "Soul Tower" over and over again, and the voice was filled with expectation and desire.

However, the only response to Wang Xian was endless silence, like a stone thrown into the abyss, without causing a slight turmoil.

"well!"

Wang Xian sighed helplessly, his voice full of fatigue and frustration.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the faint light flashed in his eyes, and Wang Xian decided to temporarily break the jar and give up.

Anyway, he knew that this illusion would definitely not let him go easily, and would inevitably cause trouble for him. At that time, perhaps the best time to break the illusion.

As Wang Xian guessed, this illusion would keep causing trouble for him. The day after he entered the mental hospital, trouble came to him.

In a laboratory, Wang Xian sat on an iron stool with some wires stuck to his body, and the other end of the wire was connected to a machine that looked extremely sophisticated and complicated.

In Wang Xian's indifferent expression, a doctor in a white coat turned on the machine.

In an instant, Wang Xian felt a powerful current penetrate through his body. The pain that could not be described in words instantly swept across Wang Xian's body, and cold sweats continued to emerge from his forehead.

"hiss--"

Wang Xian took a breath of air conditioning and was very close to his teeth.

I have to say, this is really painful!

Just as Wang Xian endured the extreme pain, a voice suddenly rang in Wang Xian's mind: "What's going on?"

Hearing the sudden sound, Wang Xian was stunned at first, and then reacted.

Soul Tower!

"You're finally awake!"

Wang Xian was very excited.

When the "Soul Tower" wakes up, it means that he can break through this illusion and return to reality.

"Illusion?!"

The ‘Soul Tower’ did not answer Wang Xian’s question immediately. It felt the situation and determined what was going on.

"Hurry up and help me break this illusion."

Wang Xian had no interest in such a "mortal illusion". He wanted to know whether he was in the crack of the space or fell into the hands of the "weird clan".

"Simple!"

The body of the Soul Tower shook slightly, and billions of rays of light burst out, and everything around it collapsed and melted in an instant.

When the light dissipated, Wang Xian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the surrounding environment clearly.