He found himself in a magnificent space, with a dark blue dome embellished with stars above his head, and a colorful land shining with sunshine under his feet. All the worlds in the vast universe merged into a giant tapestry, like a chessboard in a magnificent game.
On that chessboard, the magnificent epic is beginning.
Thousands of empires, great strategies and countless races participated in it, playing the role of a drama of prosperity and decline, tragedy and war.
Unification, annihilation, reconstruction, annexation, aggression, expansion and enlightenment all flashed before his eyes.
And he sat upright in a large chair high above, and he saw everything in the world.
But the next second, an unrealistic vortex suddenly appeared and pulled him, and his unlimited and terrifying power pierced his control over the material world.
Soshyan maintains his periphery of himself and his surroundings, and he can feel his body and even see his flesh and blood.
He observed this galaxy-like body at a microscopic level, examined the countless atoms that formed the whole one by one, splitting the essence of his life into the most subtle genetic information, just like using a prism to cleverly screen out its colorful components from the light.
At this moment, he seemed to be a universe.
Suddenly, a strong sense of falling surrounded him, and the next moment he had fallen from the world.
Falling into a huge space surrounded by black rocks, this place is so big that it is no less than a world, and you can only see the black wall extending towards endless altitude through the mist in the distance.
The walls surround the body and the spirit, and in this completely tangible prison, all the shackles of meditation disappeared.
Soshiyan wanted to stand up, but found himself sitting upright on a throne, with stars, life and destruction on it.
There is no other furnishing in this space. The throne stands on a high platform close to a high wall, and the chaotic runes wind over the whirlpool-shaped floor.
For some reason, Soshiyan felt very angry. He wanted to roar but couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to stand up, but was bound to the throne.
When he raised his head again, he saw a huge body that transcends the ability of thinking and language appeared on the towering black walls.
They are so majestic and so huge that Soshiyan feels like a bacterial germ.
But he knew very well that they were staring at themselves, as if it was a judgment.
When the rage advanced to its extreme, Soshiyan finally let out its own roar:
"A bunch of betrayers!!"
He broke free from his restraints, stood up, and even broke free from his body.
He began to expand, gradually becoming huge, until he saw that place-
Subspace, it presents a rolling tunnel, falling endlessly into the realm of madness and potential.
Soshiyan broke the wall, rushed into the tunnel, and began to walk through the sudden changes in subspace, searching, exploring, and thinking.
His spirit flew over the unrealistic collision wave, and the fierce current made him soar excitedly, while the shadow that had just stopped and had not yet appeared clear in appearance threatened with a sign of darkness.
Although the concept of space is meaningless, nodes in subspace are still related to specific points in the material world.
When he presses his spirit closer to the intersection of these reality and irrationality, it seems that if he pushes a little harder, he will penetrate the curtain again and emerge from the sky in different parts of the Milky Way.
At this moment, something was calling him.
At first it was far away and not clear, but his spirit responded to the disturbance, as if something important needed to be known.
Then he turned to it.
Soon, the thunder sound—not heard but could feel it, echoed in his existence.
A storm formed before him, accumulating a fusion of colors that did not exist, like creation and destruction fighting each other.
The storm became stronger and stronger, and it stared at him, which was a flying eye.
There is something important here, huge and accumulating, and although he cannot see its essence, he knows that he cannot ignore it.
Soshyan lets the storm's external turbulence drag him close, and as he approaches, the strong vortex makes him suffer.
He could hardly watch it, the meaning of the tide hovered at his edge, but at the last moment he felt the big mouth open to swallow him, and retreated.
Soon he approached again, along the edge of the dream whirlwind.
Instead of facing it, he tried to feel its far end.
The storm was extremely huge, roaring with unrivaled potential power, and secrets were accumulated on the edge of Shang's revealed, reaching out to him and inviting him.
It wanted him to be a part of this dance and to tempt him here with miracles.
He should look at them, he should know them, he should be them.
Because soon everything will be revealed and cleaned.
Soshiyan did not know the essence of the truth calling him, but he saw the immense power of his power and was very resistant.
He tried his best to stay above the storm, while trying to detect what was on the other end of the center.
When he glanced slightly outside the storm, he found a piece of secret, so he grabbed it and escaped from the storm with a shout.
But before he could open his hand to see what the secret was, the world collapsed—
"I--"
Soshiyang woke up and found that he had stood in front of the floating cube at some point. It was as big as a Rimanlus. The strange runes on it emitted a dim red light. After Soshiyang woke up, it gradually disappeared like a dying afterwards.
But when he lowered his head, he saw himself stretching out his arm and pressed it on the cube.
"You are like sleepwalking, walking up there by yourself."
Under the steps, Talos whispered, with some strange fear.
"Whenever I want to touch you, I will be bounced away by a huge force, and you ignore the time force field surrounding this object and walk in directly."
"Time force field—?"
Soshiyang retracted his arm, but his mind was still a mess.
"Hmm? It seems to be closed?"
Talos hesitated for a moment and finally stepped onto the ladder.
As he thought, the time force field that protected this mysterious cube disappeared. This time force field is not the same as the human static force field. The time here is not static, but disordered.
It is possible that the first second is one hundred years, but the next second is two hundred years back.
"What is this thing-what exactly?"
Soshiyan looked at the cube, and he felt vaguely that he knew what it was called, but he couldn't say it.
"I have to ask you."
Talos sighed and walked to Soshiyang.
"Although this sentence should not be said by me, but...Soshiyan, you must be vigilant about the strength in you."