The small leaf boat slid lightly across a stream of light.
With a flash, a gurgling sound of water came into his ears. From the sight of his eyes, there was a gorgeous color. Zheng Qing could only faintly feel the flowing light intertwined around him, almost condensed into substance, like real river water.
The boat flashed again, as if it was merged into countless streams of light at the same time. In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt countless pictures of right and wrong coming to his face. In some pictures, there were gas and fires in the silent forest; in some pictures, the stars filled the entire Bouji Island; in some pictures, the vast purple air surged from the horizon, submerging the red, black and silver stars.
Every scene is so real, but every one is so illusory.
The boat flashed for the third time, and Zheng Qing felt his body suddenly fall, and his floating feeling disappeared. It was like a drowning person being pulled out of the water, and after the illusion of death faded, he could breathe fresh air again; it was also like someone suddenly stuffed into a leather hood, and he was breathless. The heavy reality was like a thick layer of armor, wrapping his originally transparent and clear thoughts layer by layer.
Two completely opposite contradictions were simultaneously filled with his consciousness.
He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, vomiting violently, and burst into tears.
"—It's much better than when I returned from Gaodi for the first time," the gentleman's familiar voice rang in the boy's ears, greatly comforting his mood at the moment: "I fainted at that time... How about it? Do you have a familiar feeling?"
A familiar feeling?
Zheng Qing was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the scene of being left off the plane when he entered the freshman year. His mood was just like this at that moment. The only difference was that he didn't vomit at that time.
The boy was in a trance.
The boat had stopped quietly.
Hanging above the familiar cave and the exquisite altar.
Similar to Sanyou Bookstore, the time and space here seemed to be frozen at a certain moment. Zheng Qing, hanging above the altar, half-kneeled and half-beared in a strange S-shaped posture, lowered his head, his eyes were dull; the blue dragon was full of excitement, and his slender tail was raised high; and the Leviathan incarnation, curled up in a ball, was parked in mid-air with a blank look on his face.
Zheng Qing's thoughts flashed slightly.
Outside the cave, the picture of the world of the sea of clouds immediately appeared in front of him.
The tilted world was covered with dense cracks from the sky to the earth, like a blood talisman bullet of a cannonball left traces of space with spiral patterns in the air. The handsome boy raised a sledgehammer that was much taller than his body, and the huge Taiyi steps staggered and fell in the air.
“What should I do?”
Zheng Qing's consciousness finally pulled away from the long and boring conversation before and returned to the fierce battle scene. Then he thought of the deadlock in front of him and couldn't help but look back at his husband: "—I don't seem to beat Leviathan."
"It's too tactful." The gentleman commented without hesitation: "You can't beat me, you are being beaten by Him..."
"But in front of the altar..." The boy was a little dissatisfied.
"The incarnation of Leviathan was the incarnation of obsession of Lalayer in front of the altar." The gentleman shook his head: "It would be strange if an ancient incarnation could not defeat the incarnation of the legendary wizard."
The young wizard was speechless.
Look around.
Time and space are still stagnating.
"Did you pause the time?" He skillfully changed the subject and diverted his embarrassment.
The gentleman corrected: "To be precise, we have not completely separated from the high-dimensional perspective... In the high-dimensional world, time flows nonlinearly, and we are just staying on a time section at this moment. Similarly, because of our stay, every moment, the future will add countless different possibilities. Unless the correct convergence is formed, these different possibilities will form an uncontrollable backlash on your future."
"——Then shouldn't we go out soon?" Zheng Qing couldn't wait any longer.
The gentleman asked back: "Have you thought about how to deal with Leviathan?"
"No."
The young wizard's face stopped, and then he shook his head honestly: "Taiyi is rough and thick in the end. Leviathan said before that he would not beat me to death... After enduring, he can always get over."
Honestly makes people want to beat him up.
The gentleman was speechless.
After a while, the question was reorganized: "You need to think carefully now. How should you get rid of Leviathan's suppression on you without me?"
Zheng Qing sniffed, and his eyes finally fell on Taiyi's hand and held the book of Dharma that he had not used yet. He hesitated for a moment: "... Maybe I should open that book? But I remember you said that if I fry too many times, I will lose myself. I don't know if Taiyi will use the forbidden spell..."
"Remember your lessons." The gentleman interrupted his increasingly uncertain tone.
"What?" The boy was stunned.
"Every class you have in the First University has its meaning of existence. Now, recall what you have learned, from the principle of equivalent exchange, to the law of conservation of magic, to the introduction to the principle of dimensionalism and convergence... Finally, what can you remember?"
Zheng Qing was silent for a moment.
The brain was spinning rapidly.
"Classification."
He finally linked all his courses this semester together and gave the final answer softly: "—The soul is inseparable, but can be transformed from one form to another. In the occult theory of 'explanatory transfer', non-human intermediary creatures can bear the backlash of magic rituals. This means, the clone..."
The gentleman nodded with satisfaction, reached out to catch a little black cat as big as a fist, and he pulled over from the void.
The black gem cat looked around in a daze, and realized that the hand that grabbed his own belonged to the gentleman. He immediately shrank his head and curled his claws, and his tail tightened between his two hind legs, looking particularly well-behaved.
"The book comes."
The gentleman stretched out his hand again, and on the altar, the white magic book held by Zheng Qing in his hand threw itself into his arms like a milky swallow, broke through the air and fell into his hands.
"I'm optimistic, I'll only demonstrate once."
The gentleman reminded Zheng Qing to press the black gem cat into the spread pages. An invisible vortex seemed to be generated in the book, pulling a faint light of inspiration out of the black gem cat bit by bit and sucking it in.
The originally agile eyes of the Black Gem Cat gradually became dull.
soon.
Accompanied by a 'pop' sound.
The black gem cat disappeared, and there was only a black gem left in the gentleman's hand. A very clear crack had appeared on the gem, and it was obviously losing the ability to re-income the clone transformation technique.