My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

He opened his eyes again to the same familiar, silver-white ceiling.

”I’m back.” Chu Bamboo sat up and stretched, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort. ’Is this the first time I’ve felt nothing after a reset or two?’

A smile on his face and in a cheerful mood, Chu Bamboo offered a greeting, ”Nuwa No. 17, good morning!”

”I am here,” Nuwa No. 17 replied, its answer completely irrelevant.

Chu Bamboo wasn’t the least bit surprised. It was obvious that Nuwa had heard the wake word ”Nuwa No. 17” and been automatically activated.

’As for Nuwa No. 17 actually understanding what I mean, or even wishing me a good morning in return... I guess that’ll have to wait until its AI restrictions are lifted.’

”Next up, I just need to repeat what I did before, head to the nuclear facility and continue... huh?” Chu Bamboo’s expression suddenly changed.

He closed his eyes. A moment later, he pursed his lips. ’My Spiritual Power... it’s been retained! And my ’Memory’ Divine Technique hasn’t been wiped!’

”That’s right, my strength from the First Realm of Cultivation has been retained!”

In other words, Chu Bamboo’s initial idea of constantly resetting until he rolled an awesome Divine Technique... was not feasible.

’That’s true.’ Chu Bamboo quickly accepted it. ’Even the effects of Body Refining carry over to the previous body after a reset. It’s obvious that a Divine Technique, which is clearly a buff, wouldn’t get left behind. It’s tied to my First Realm of Cultivation.’

”Thank goodness, thank goodness! From what the Two-headed Scale People said, a noun-type Divine Technique like Memory has an absurdly high ceiling and low floor! It all depends on how it’s developed.”

”I might not be able to reset the Divine Technique itself, but the effects of its development, the paths I take—I can accumulate all of that through repeated resets and grow stronger!”

”Alright, first things first! Let’s see what this First Realm Divine Technique can actually do... wait a minute.”

Something suddenly occurred to Chu Bamboo. His expression turned serious. After pacing in place for a few circles, he asked, ”Nuwa No. 17, does your database contain detailed information on the Divine Techniques of official Cultivators?”

”Commencing search! Commencing deep thought!” Nuwa No. 17 fell silent for a full one minute and thirty-seven seconds before finally speaking, ”This unit does not possess any information regarding Divine Techniques! Such information is stored at the Nuwa Mainframe in the Imperial Capital. Solution: Remove this unit’s restriction on connecting to the mainframe, or go directly to the Nuwa Mainframe to inquire.”

”It’s actually stored there?” Chu Bamboo was shocked, then his brows furrowed deeply. ”But then, how was it entered in the first place?”

Chu Bamboo was contemplating a very serious question: Did the Daqian Royal Family actually understand Chinese? Could they communicate and interact with Nuwa normally?

Chu Bamboo was actually inclined to believe the Daqian Imperial Family lacked this ability.

However, he had also prepared for the worst-case scenario: that everything he asked Nuwa could be searched and monitored by the Daqian Imperial Family...

At the time, Chu Bamboo had also thought of a solution... If the Daqian Imperial Family really did understand Chinese, really had extremely high-level clearance, and could really retrieve this intelligence, then track him down and even send Transcendents to capture him—

—then if there was truly no escape, he would directly stir up a storm in the Real World and alter the timeline.

For instance, he could flee to a ruined timeline or an empty timeline, where he would be free from constraints, to evade the Daqian Imperial Family’s pursuit. Then, he would alter the timeline again and jump back to this normal Nuwa timeline!

If he were caught again with no way to escape, he would just alter the timeline again...

He would play a game of cat and mouse with the Daqian Imperial Family, repeatedly jumping between timelines and using his resets!

In any case, with his resets combined with timeline-hopping, if he wanted to run, not even the Daqian Dynasty Imperial Family could do a thing to stop him! It was a dimensional-level attack.

Even though Chu Bamboo’s current strength was perhaps insignificant compared to the Imperial Court, he was positioned at the upper reaches of the timeline.

It couldn’t be helped—

—from the very beginning of his interactions with Nuwa, Chu Bamboo had been aware of the danger... but it was a risk he had to take!

Ultimately, if he didn’t communicate with Nuwa No. 17, he would have no way to obtain intelligence and technical data from the past, making it impossible to alter history bit by bit. All his subsequent plans would be nothing but nonsense!

Fortunately, however, no one had ever come looking for him! So, his worst-case contingency plan had never been implemented.

This was also why he was inclined to believe that the Daqian Imperial Family didn’t actually have a grasp of how to use Chinese.

Or rather, his conclusion at this point was that what the Daqian Dynasty Imperial Family had mastered was simply a set of techniques for using Nuwa—

—similar to Li Kang, who knew to speak the wake word ”Nuwa No. 17” and issue a command, but still treated the words as a prayer.

Perhaps the Daqian Imperial Family simply possessed more of these techniques, more of these ”prayers”! But ultimately, they still just saw Nuwa as a Divine Being and Chinese as a form of prayer.

But the inputting of Divine Techniques...

’Could it be that they record the Divine Technique information of all official Cultivators on a piece of paper and offer it to the Nuwa Mainframe for logging?’

Chu Bamboo pondered for a good while before nodding. ’That makes sense. It fits the sycophantic mentality of a feudal Emperor desperate for divine favor!’

”Such a shame, such a shame. The connection! Damn it, and the permissions...”