"The world under different theoretical structures has different forms of time."
Mr. Hua Mao did not immediately answer Hua Mao’s question. Instead, he first explained the latter question in an extremely slow speech:
"I don't deny that in other theories, time may have other shapes, such as spots, ripples, or even simple vectors, sponges full of pores - just like a blind man's profile of an elephant, as seen from different angles
There are always differences of one kind or another - but in dimensional theory, the time dimension line we say does not conflict with time being an angle."
"Who said the dimension line must be a line?"
"The dimensions of space are full of tension, the dimensions of weight are squeezed into arcs, the dimensions of sound are trembling, and the dimensions corresponding to each different concept have their own characteristics. The same is true for time.
The dimensional line is concave into an angle."
"As for why I didn't remind you."
"Remember our previous analysis? For wizards, time and fate are the 'threads' connected by different choices at every moment. In my current state, it is difficult to imagine if it interferes with your choice.
What changes will happen next... This may not necessarily be a good thing for you. I can only try to stand outside those connected 'angles' and gently pluck the thin strings on the angles to remind you."
"Then can you say it now?" Huang Huali became more and more confused as he listened.
"Because you have already made a choice, and I want to strengthen the time line you see... When I talk to you, I have determined this line. Even if that little guy Xiangliu becomes an ancient, it cannot be changed.
The fact that it has happened... I like this clue very much, it has a reassuring sense of moderation and stability."
Having said this, the gentleman paused for a moment, as if to let the cat accept what he had just said, and then he spoke again and continued:
"Countless tributaries are born every moment in the river of time and destiny. They run parallel to each other, but after all, they are classified into serious and strong. The stronger the individual, the more powerful the tributaries can be supported, or in other words, only the runoff that is strong enough can
, in order to accommodate strong enough individuals... From this standpoint, what I am in can be called the main stream of the long river of time; what I observe is the real history in the long river."
"What about what you can't observe?" Huanghuali interrupted with great interest.
"There are no tributaries that I cannot observe." The gentleman shook his head and replied calmly: "The ancient wizards have already jumped beyond the long river of time and destiny. Within the starlight, everything has nowhere to hide..."
The yellow-breasted raccoon dog squatted obediently beside the recliner with his ears raised, listening carefully to every word that his husband said. Such an opportunity does not come along often.
The sunlight fell through the glass into the small bookstore, and with the slow and lazy voice of the gentleman, it faintly condensed into illusory flowers in mid-air, slowly falling.
There is an attractive aroma in the air, which makes people salivate and clear their minds.
The yellow-flowered raccoon opened its eyes wide, and it could see those illusory flowers that came out of thin air, slowly disintegrating with the teacher's words, turning into the dense purple spirit, falling on it, and turning into wisps of lively flowers.
With magic power and countless mysterious knowledge, it seemed to see the long river winding from nothingness again and hear its gurgling sound.
For a moment, the yellow fox felt that the legend was not that great. It even felt that it could break through the legend just by snoring - and it was planning to do just that.
Out of sight of the tabby cat.
Buttoned under the book on the face of the owner of Sanyou Bookstore.
Mr. Wu's eyes were slightly squinted, and his eyes were reflected in the lenses of the black-rimmed glasses above, which was like a vast and dense network like the starry sky.
At every moment, countless stars appear and die in the lens.
Every minute and every second, billions of similar yet completely different images are shattered in the lens.
He saw that on Saturday morning, students from Jiuyou College had a conflict with the murlocs of Linzhong Lake. Zheng Qing, who had returned from the dreamland, looked exhausted, and finally fired a shot into the sky to tell everyone to shut up, and then shot
The black goat cub that suddenly appeared died. The black goat's counterattack before it died smashed the white tower in the center of the lake.
Look down this picture.
The black goat did not appear. In the black prison, the black goat in the Far East Abyss was still hiding. Illyrose's black-yellow fruit finally fell into the hands of Urban, the dean of Atlas Academy.
The Siren King, who returned to the battlefield, was unable to complete the defense, his bestiality was unleashed, and a crazy spell fell on the head of the inner castle.
In the picture, Dean Alpha is guarding the advanced Dean Atlas, and Dean Xingkong is guarding the advanced Dean Jiuyou. Only a few other young wizards who fell at the top of the city were killed by the Kraken because they lost their protection.
The king's raging magic tore him into pieces.
The screen changes.
Zheng Qing's face was dull, and he sat slumped on the city wall, as inconspicuous as a flying insect. His face was spattered with the flesh and blood of the hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team, and Jiang Yu fell into his arms, leaving only half of her body.
"stop it……"
The boy murmured, raised his head, and looked around blankly. The sky was colored with blood, and the sun was soaked in blood. There was a chill between heaven and earth, and the air was filled with the smell of death and ruin.
Through the blurry picture, the gentleman could clearly see that the new seed in the deepest part of Zheng Qing's body was sprouting wildly, jointing, and growing into a new sapling, and the sapling was still absorbing the seeds from the boy.
The boundless destructive power in my heart and in the hell world continues to grow taller and bigger.
"stop……"
"stop it!!"
In the next scene, thousands of rays of blood bloomed on the body of the young public-funded student, like a blooming bloody lotus, swallowing up the entire black hell world - including the eyeball of the Siren King - only the great wizard and a few extremely lucky people
The best registered wizard survived the disaster.
In this timeline, the Siren King successfully defeated Zheng Qing's forbidden curse. When the remaining wizards and demons on the battlefield were still distracted by the fall of the legendary demon and the power of the real forbidden curse just now, the legendary
Shi Hui, Ruoyu and the Speaker of the Dark Parliament all turned their heads and looked at the wizarding world.
Northwest of Phuket Island, somewhere deep in the ocean, the waves are rolling, the world is tilted, several big stars are shining with infinite brilliance during the day, the ancient city is blooming with dazzling brilliance on the bottom of the sea, and there is a faint and fascinating sound in the water - and then a
A small star slowly rises among the colors and sounds.
The gentleman blinked and ended his observation.
He has seen thousands of tributaries. As he expected, the Siren King, who has become an ancient one, has truly jumped out of the river of time and destiny. In different tributaries, the Siren King has various ways of fighting and promotion, but they all succeed in the end.
.
The difference lies in the fate of the 'little people'.
and the fate of Zheng Qing.
The gentleman blinked again, and his eyes fell back to the timeline he liked, watching the young public-funded student sleeping soundly at the top of the city, watching his friends lying around, looking at the weak but condensed heart in his body.
of seeds, smiling slightly:
"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light."
"The forbidden spell gives you the power of destruction, remember to use it to save the world."