There are no stars, no sun, and no moon. Not even a speck of dust can be seen, let alone the rays and radiation that pervade the universe.
Complete loneliness, complete desolation.
Only Tiga is alone, floating in this vast white void opposite to the dark universe.
It has many names, such as twisted wormhole, tunnel of time and space, and dimensional crack. The ways and methods of opening it are different, and the results produced are also different.
And through the time shuttle, what you enter is a piece of nothingness. There are no rotating colorful light spots, no distorted colorful lights, and no whirlpool-like holes. There is only a vast expanse of white.
At that time, the 'vortex of time' that we entered was still different.
"This place doesn't really exist, does it?"
Diga murmured in a low voice. After untying the distortion of the snow world, Diga used the last power of the shuttle of time to enter this strange space.
Mainly, I want to see what the depths of this space look like? What else is there?
There is no longer one world and one earth, but one in space and one deep in the earth.
"So what does that 'movie' look like?"
"Then...then...what is that?"
Tiga immediately flew down, and the dots of colors gradually extended into lines as Tiga approached, and finally became colorful long lines from the right horizon to the left sky. At a glance, they reached the end.
You know where you come from, and you know where you will disappear.
Song Qian turned her head and looked at the white surroundings, judging that it was true.
Not to mention compared to the starry sky, even the desert has more things than this. The background desert has gravel and sand at least, so it is not like nothing exists.
Did you walk back and look for it again? Instead, you flew for a long time. Did any changes occur around you? Is there any reference object? It felt like it was moving in place.
There is something to judge from.
At this moment, Diga no longer had any guesses about that space.
As a result, I was a little disappointed.
In the same way, if eight-dimensional creatures are placed outside the seven-dimensional creation, the eight-dimensional creatures will feel that they are always going back, but in fact they are always in the Klein bottle. There is no place inside that they have not gone to, so what?
You can see the 'world' inside.
Therefore, Diga judged that the place he was in must be a certain low-dimensional space, specifically a few-dimensional space...
"I can only go and see what is the reason why so few threads are entangled together!"
Anyone who doesn't know much about mathematics knows that in rare cases, if the number is doubled, the difficulty is likely to increase exponentially.
Diga felt that his whole person was broken. Just a few worlds were entangled together, and it took so little effort to separate them. But now, the number of worlds intertwined is dozens of times and hundreds of times.
Times or even a thousand times.
It's like putting an ant under a Möbius strip. The ant thinks it's crawling backwards, but in fact it's spinning in circles.
"So, what is this place?"
It is not impossible for him to retreat into a low-dimensional space. Just like the seven-dimensional space created by the seven-dimensional creature Bruton, the strange phenomenon of going down the stairs but coming out from above can occur.
Diga was quite confused. What is the meaning of existence in such a void place?
So you can imagine how difficult it is to untie that ball of wool behind your eyes.
Everything exists for no reason, even if it seems to be useless or very useful, it has no meaning in its existence.
"Did the color appear? Go over and have a look."
Even the world's best mathematician can only calculate without numbers, but now there is nothing but blanks.
Therefore, Tiga stopped before flying a certain distance to do some useful work. After some serious thinking, he came to that rough conclusion.
but...
In comparison, Yukino's world is nothing at all.
The eyes are full of emptiness, there is nothing, and nothing can be seen.
Of course, it may not be running in circles, but there is no way to know whether there is a reference object.
That difference is too small.
But that vast white space...
As soon as he thought of that, Diga stopped thinking, because outside the vast expanse of blank space, there were a few different colors. Although they were very small and very sparse, they were among the white.
, but it is so conspicuous and so eye-catching.
Even mosquitoes have no possibility of being used as food, such as mosquito cakes
When Diga stopped, his field of vision was filled with long lines exuding the same color. Countless long lines met there, intertwined and entwined with each other, giving Diga the feeling of...
The sweater knitted with Chinese knots is so sparse that it will make your scalp numb at the next glance. If you were a patient with beauty phobia, you would probably die on the spot.
From a distance, it looks like a few dots, but from a close look, it looks like a small area.
Diga thought in his heart, although it is difficult, it is much more difficult than the game field played by Reblo, but as an Ultra Warrior, should he face the difficulties?
Even if he is Conan, he can still find the Great White Man by relying on conjecture without any clues.
Diga was dumbfounded, and was extremely surprised by the dazzling array of sparse ropes behind his eyes.
Diga looked right, left, and down. After looking for a long time, he could see something and even figured out what that space was for.
After all, if even Ultraman, who has no weak power, can overcome the difficulties, there will be no hope for the universe.
Thinking about it, it should be to accommodate the 'projection of the entangled world'. After all, the world itself is in its own place, but suddenly they are entangled together, and the fusion creates a 'projection'.
That means a curtain is needed to show those 'projections'. No wonder that space is filled with white everywhere, just like a movie or a shadow play. The whiter the colors, the darker the colors and the turbider the picture.
Absolutely a big witch can see a small witch.
Then how difficult it is to separate them?
Diga murmured to himself, and then raised the arm holding the shuttle of time tightly, pointing at the vast 'light area' behind, and then turned into a beam of light, passing through the twisted four
The 'lines' flew towards the sparsest place in the 'light area', 'collided' with the point where countless 'lines' were entangled, and disappeared into the mottled brilliance emitted by that point.
If each of those lines behind my eyes represents a time and space, then there must be many worlds intertwined together.