When the day was over, Muhadi's body was full of exhaustion, as if every muscle was screaming and resting, and even simply sitting felt the world spinning. Every blink, every breath, the teenager felt a spasm, almost straining his nerves to the limit. Looking around again, the girl named Aisha looked even more unbearable. She leaned against the wall panting and sat down, with scratches and bruises on her face.
Lyra's painful course, although it did not cause any substantial harm, was still a mental torture. All kinds of tortures simulated by illusion were cast on Muhadi, piercing the heart, gouging out the bones, eating the brain, and all kinds of unimaginable waves of severe pain hit the whole body over and over again. What is even more unbearable is that time seems to pass very slowly. In the illusion world created by Salazar, a second is as long as a day, and a day is as long as eternity. The old woman not only created physical pain, she also created all kinds of illusions and created all kinds of mental pain. In one day, Muhadi experienced life, old age, sickness and death for more than a dozen years of life.
Maybe it's because I experienced too much content in one day, or maybe it's because the brain refuses to recall, so many fantasy worlds can only remember a few vague fragments, a few fleeting scenes, without logic or beginning and end. As the intensity of the stimulus exceeds the limit, sensation and sensation are so mixed that a synaesthesia-like effect is produced. Even Lyra has stopped casting. Muhadi still felt pain in his body, and his voice seemed to glow. Lyra's voice was a little louder, and his eyes felt dazzling.
"You have talent," the old woman said to Muhadi. "As I imagined before, you are untouchable. I can read your superficial emotions and thoughts, and can create hallucinations in your brain, but I can't read your deep memories and thoughts, six of me No. This gives you an advantage against other Psioners in the future."
Untouchables? Muhadi thought to himself, probably because I am a transmigrator. She can't see that I'm from Earth, but if she does, I really don't know how to explain it.
"You can still perform well in my painful training." The old woman said again, "Although it is far worse than that little girl."
No way, Muhadi looked at Aisha's embarrassed appearance, no matter how he looked at it, I was stronger.
"This is the end of today. You have already lost a lot of time to explore the transcendent avenue." The old woman Tianqin suddenly switched to the voice of a middle-aged man. "Get out of here now, the two of you together, come back to the Dust Hall this time next week, don't bother me!"
After Tianqin finished speaking, clasped her hands together, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the stone room, and the old woman's eyes lit up. Muhadi only felt a flash in front of his eyes, his body seemed to be compressed and twisted and then roughly pulled back to the original shape. After being dizzy for a while, he realized that he had been teleported outside the Dust Hall, the sparse black forest was in front of him, and the sun above his head was about to sink below the horizon.
The girl was also teleported out. Seeing Muhadi looking at her sideways, she bowed her head embarrassedly.
"Aisha," Muhadi greeted her kindly and asked with lingering fears. "You came here to learn psionic powers earlier than me, and tell me that Lyra won't be so tormenting every time, right? Are all psions psychopaths? It's a miracle. There were times when I was sure I was going crazy, or I was going to do anything to her."
"What do you mean by psychopath?" Aisha asked suspiciously, with a cute expression on her face. But did not continue to ask. "She was like this last time too. I don't know more about it. But I admire you very much."
"What do you admire about me?" Muhadi asked curiously, while secretly glad that the other party didn't ask himself what psychopathology is.
"I admire your self-knowledge." Aisha said in a naughty tone.
"What do you mean?" Muhadi was puzzled.
Aisha's tone was somewhat respectful and somewhat complaining, "You are quite self-aware about the part where you are sure that you are going crazy."
Seeing Muhadi's expression even more confused, Aisha said, "Actually, you are right. It is a miracle that you can still be sane after taking Master Lyra's painful training course. Moreover, the miracle did not happen."
"Then how did I..." Muhadi suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization, "Could it be..."
"You guessed it right," Aisha explained, "you went crazy more than once today, and tried to hit Master Lyra or get out of the door a few times. But every time, the master erased your memory and cured you, and then continued training. ."
"Now you can still remember some of the hallucinations in class, or fragments of the hallucinations. Those are the mildest. The ones that are really painful are enough to drive you crazy a thousand times, but the master cured you from madness. It will erase most of the memories of those truly painful illusions, so you still have some fragments left in your mind at most." Aisha explained slowly.
Muhadi shuddered, but he didn't know what to say. "I've gone mad so easily, am I not qualified to be a Psion?" If he had suffered such a big crime and gained nothing, then Muhadi would have thought he was still in an illusion.
"So I have some admiration for you." Aisha said, "It is said that Master Tianqin has received many apprentices before, and some of them are more crazy than you. In the end, the master gave them a mind demon because of the trouble. This way, they will be less affected by emotions. But in this way, their original personality and thoughts will be slowly erased."
Muhadi is really scared now, unqualified students will be subjugated by mental demons. Although he doesn't know what the mental demons are, it sounds very scary. Isn't this forcing himself to work hard? "By the way, what's the matter with the injury on your face? I didn't hit me when I was crazy, right?" Muhadi didn't want to discuss this issue in depth, so he changed the subject.
The girl smiled lightly, "I wanted you to be quiet. Who would have thought that you would completely lose your self-awareness." She touched the bruises on her face, "And you're not weak."
Muhadi felt very embarrassed to actually hit a little girl, which was really disrespectful. Not knowing what to say, Aisha brought him out of the siege herself. "I know you're unintentional, so I'll spare you. There will definitely be many difficulties in training in the future. You just need to help me when that happens."
Muhadi smiled in agreement. The girl straightened her messy hair and said, "You belong to the Scorpio tribe, so you're not on the same path as me."
"Indeed."
"Well, that's it for now. I'm going back to my tribe. It's getting late, so I can't stay longer. My tribe is far away. If I can't go back tomorrow night, I'll be in trouble." The girl said apologetically.
Muhadi bid farewell to the other party thoughtfully, and then walked through the black forest thoughtfully. There are so many things that he has experienced today, and he has to digest it well.
Outside the Black Forest, a fire was burning, and two strong horses were resting beside the fire, waving their tails to drive away all kinds of blood-sucking mosquitoes in the desert. An elf girl in a cloak and a face scarf sat boredly beside the fire, poking her fingers on the ground, it was Muhadi's master Fatumai.
Seeing that Muhadi came out of the black forest, she first showed an expression of surprise, then changed into an angry look, and stood up suddenly. She swiped her right foot on the sand in front of her, erasing the pattern she had just drawn on the sand.
"Where did you die? Why did you show up so late?" Fatuma said in an angry tone.
"Why are you still waiting here? I thought you would only keep horses, and I would have to know the tribe alone."
"Of course it's to protect my property, slave!" The girl replied angrily, "Otherwise, if you run away halfway or ask the monsters in the desert to capture it, I will lose a lot!"
Muhadi smiled and endured the girl's anger before he rode on his horse.
Fatuma didn't reply to Muhadi's silent words, as if he had lost interest, "Let's go." The two rode together, heading towards the tribe under the gradually darkening sky.