Chen Yan didn't know what Lea did.

At this moment, he had entered a mysterious state. Without his body, without his soul, and only a lonely consciousness wandering in the vast void. One realm after another swept through his feet, and then turned gray and white. It was short, instantly, and extremely long.

Chen Yan can clearly see the life from birth to death, from prosperity to decline in every realm. He sees civilizations from nothing to existence, from glory to destruction. Countless lives, including powerful, weak, warriors, daughters, babies, animals, plants, and all living things, passing through his life before his eyes. The joy of newbornness, the excitement of growth, the bitterness of hardship, and the sorrow of death.

Every moment, Chen Yan could feel the feelings of these creatures, so clear, so long, and so unavailable. In this world, he seemed to have become a god with a high eye, looking at everything coldly, but enduring the suffering and joy of all living beings alone. He could not tell or leave, but just watched silently and passed by...

This is the appearance of another world...

Chen Yan thought silently and continued moving forward involuntarily.

He couldn't stop and didn't know where the purpose was. But he didn't feel sad. Because all this was real. At least, it happened before. Chen Yan knew that these were things he had experienced in his previous life, but now he was passed on to himself in this way. Perhaps this had nothing to do with power, but it had to do with ‘him’...

In the distant realm, a demon was born. His father was ecstatic and gave him a glorious name. His mother was gentle and friendly, and nurtured him with warmth. Then, he grew up and saw with his own eyes that his father killed all living things, including old men, women, and children as weak as he once was. His gentle mother also used toxins to rot the land in pieces with toxins, just to obtain the land that the tribesmen could live in. In this process, he clearly saw that his parents had lost their warm smile, and replaced by hideousness and cruelty. The blood-seeking fangs and cruel waves made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

Then, this demon also became no different from his father and mother.

Generations, generations, generations. Dead, come alive.

In the end, the demon fell down and fell at the feet of a demon hunter. He was not angry or sad, but just closed his eyes quietly. Because he knew that this was a cycle. A cycle that was very ordinary but no one could get rid of, and that cycle was called nature.

In the void, Chen Yan's eyes stayed on the demon for a second before leaving, and then the realm gradually paled, aged, died, and exploded.

It is very ordinary, just like thousands of realms, it also interprets the stories of thousands of realms.

If it were in the past, Chen Yan would not have felt any surprises. Because the cycle of nature was like this, calm, cold, and full of the ups and downs of life. But this time, he stopped for the first time and stopped involuntarily. He felt that with the destruction of this realm, the entire other world seemed to have become a little stronger.

Yes, it's only a little bit, a thousandth, a ten thousandth, a billionth, or even a little bit of a tera tera.

It is insignificant and indefinite. But it is so difficult for him to ignore it.

It turns out...this is the value of the realm.

Chen Yan suddenly understood.

In this world, countless realms repeat the same story. The meaning of life is not in life itself, but in the demands of other realms for them. The emergence, growth, and destruction of each realm will bring a certain amount of ideological power. The joy, fear, sorrow, and despair of those lives are the breeding grounds for the power of thought. Their appearance is not without context, but the root is the foundation of the existence of other realms.

In other words, these countless realms, countless civilizations born within, and countless lives are the "domestic animals" raised in other worlds. They must maintain existence or growth by devouring the by-products derived from these domestic animals. And this by-product... is the power of thought.

So... are you so weak now? Chen Yan thought.

No matter how huge the other world is or how complex the system is, it is essentially "closed" because it is the projection of the main material world. Everything about it comes from the thoughts of the main material world. Perhaps for the sake of existence, it also opens up its own "pasture". The closed-minded power of thought is pale after all. Even if it has infinite expansion, the feedback it receives will only become increasingly barren.

The lack of faith in the main material world sounded its death knell.

The more ignorant a life, the more you will place yourself on something illusory.

Chen Yan felt this passage more and more deeply. It was clear that until, if he did not make any changes, it would be an anomaly whether this alien world could survive for a thousand years. And the deep world that also existed with the alien world was no exception. Therefore, in his previous life, the breathlessly powerful "Leser", would do such an unreasonable thing.

Maybe that was his own wish, but who could make it clear that this so-called "self" has no intervention from other worlds and deep worlds?

After all, it is...an insolvable cycle...

Chen Yan closed his eyes in pain.

He no longer needs to read it, because he knows that this is the most important information left to him in his previous life. Compared with this information, those seeds of power, infinite resources, are almost optional. If the problems brought by this information cannot be solved, no matter how hard he tries, he will not get rid of the manipulation of the other world, and will only carry out time and time, endless cycles.

For the other world, time is fixed and infinite...

"So...I'm just a moth in that net..."

On the mountain peaks of the mysterious realm, Chen Yan suddenly smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and then he opened his eyes.

In an instant, unimaginable power descended on his body, his cells, his will, his soul, every inch of pores and spirit was radiated with endless energy. It was as if he could dominate the creatures with just a wave of his hand, and stomp his feet, destroy the realm. The legacy left in his previous life completely returned to his body, allowing him to touch the rank of the previous life, that omnipotent, almost invincible force.

However, there was no joy on Chen Yan's face, but a trace of unrecognizable concern flashed.

He came back, but he might as well not come back.

He has found a way to get rid of all this...but he is better not to know.

Why, fate always likes to joke again and again? Bring the end to the starting point? Then from the beginning to the end?
Chapter completed!