I Am Studying Cthulhu in the World of Cultivating Immortals

On the surface, I am the most enviable third-generation immortal of the Qingyun Sect. My ancestor wiped out the Demon Cave with one sword, and I only need to lie down to inherit everything. Behind the scenes, I was bound to a strange "system" that allowed me to observe the whispers of the stars, collect the dreams of my fellow students, and decipher crazy cipher texts. They thought I had an epiphany of the legendary "spiritual vision" and that I was a rare genius. Only I know that every improvement in power is a transaction with indescribable knowledge, walking on the edge of cognitive pollution. When the ancient seal was loosened and the shadows deep in the starry sky cast their sight again, the entire world of cultivators discovered that their spells were meaningless in front of "those beings". And I, this alien in their eyes who is both good and evil, pushed my non-existent eyes and calmly wrote in the experiment log: "The activity of the sample has increased, and the plan has been activated - perhaps, we can use logic to redefine madness." [Rational Scientific Thinking/Unknown Fear of Cthulhu/World of Immortal Cultivation] ——This is the ultimate practice of maintaining sanity in a crazy universe.