"Dream creators, virtual worlds, endless streams of data…"
Li Yao seemed to have grasped something.
"Yes, those things.
Xiao Ming waved his hands. Thousands of brilliant sparks suddenly blinked in the hazy darkness around them, each of which represented a crystal ball. Inside the crystal ball seemed to be a mysterious space condensed by countless data swirls, or a real, ever-changing microcosm.
Among them, not only were the hundreds of crystal balls that were attached to Li Yao by the threads of light, countless other crystal balls further away were connected to each other through the threads of light, glittering like the neural network of a primeval beast.
Li Yao had seen such a scene in the depths of Fuxi's mind before. Every crystal ball was like one of its brain cells. When all the brain cells were put together, they constituted 'brain ditches' and even the entire brain.
