This mode of existence of the source world can indeed explain the relationship between the source world and the sub-world to a certain extent.
However...for Lin Xi, there is still a feeling of lack of persuasion.
"Where is the contradiction?" Lin Xi, who was sitting in the train, frowned.
Outside the endless black space, two figures looked down at the crystal ball on the table.
In the crystal ball, a picture belonging to Lin Xi is appearing.
"Do you think he will believe it?" one of them asked the other.
Another person said: "If he believes it, then he is unqualified. You and I must know how to deal with unqualified people..."
"I hope you will also remember our purpose. You have given enough hints before."
"A completely unfamiliar environment, a completely new setting, a seemingly perfect rhetoric, and a worldview that subverts everything... These will cause errors in his original judgment."
"Can you control your own mentality...Lin Xi! Don't disappoint me!" said the previous person who spoke.
In the so-called source world, Lin Xi was trying hard to sort out the clues.
The creator, the overseer, the leader and the dream master... everything originates from the creator's dream.
The saint is an almost common symbol that appears in different dreams.
"Wait...this is wrong!"
"This is very wrong!"
"This seems to completely negate human efforts from another perspective, and attributes everything to a kind of fate arranged from somewhere. If everything is true, then... how did the saint break fate?"
"Or, those leaders who stand at the top of the league and have a lot of gold titles... why are they not saints?" Although it was far-fetched, Lin Xi felt that he had caught some loopholes.
Lin Xi looked at Monk Yun, Yi and others.
For a moment, two questions were left deep in his heart, and then the memory links related to these two questions were severed.
The relevant memories will return after about three hours.
"Yi Ding! Do you still remember your two daughters? How are they doing now?" Lin Xi asked Yi Ding.
After asking these two questions, Lin Xi fell into a brief confusion.
Yi Deng, who was asked the question by Lin Xi, seemed a little confused.
His eyes looked dazed.
One after another, ghostly images kept overlapping, floating, and intertwining on his body.
"Daughter...my two daughters...do I have a daughter?" Yi and others fell into a logical contradiction.
Monk Yun looked at Yi Ding, who was in unstable physical condition, and said to Lin Xi: "Don't worry, his logic is confused... It's a common thing. Our leader will appear in many different worlds with different identities.
Here, sometimes when memories overlap, this kind of confusion is normal."
"But it's you...why do you ask so suddenly?"
Lin Xi shook his head and did not answer Monk Yun's question.
Because he didn't know why he asked this question.
The absolute self bestowed upon him by the Saint's Shadow made it impossible for him to untie his memory before time expired, let alone detect it.
The parade of small trains continues.
Monk Yun introduced many wonderful worlds to Lin Xi.
The backgrounds and settings of some worlds made Lin Xi extremely amazed.
There are also worlds that are scary or heart-warming.
At the same time, he also introduced Lin Xi to two worlds that made Lin Xi feel extremely familiar, as if he had some destined connection with these two strange worlds.
Monk Yun said that this may be because those two worlds and the world that Lin Xi came out of came from the same creator.
Lin Xi asked Monk Yun to help find the creator of his world.
Monk Yun told Lin Xi that this was difficult.
Because every creator is sealed in a black coffin.
Only the supervisors in charge of them know who the creators sealed in the black coffin are and what worlds they have created.
The supervisors are not related to the alliance leader and the visitors from the sub-world who enter the source world.
In their respective visions, they can see each other.
But there is no way to contact, let alone communicate.
The black coffin cannot be opened by external force.
Its existence is absolute.
If the black coffin is destroyed, the creator sealed inside will break out.
That means the entire source world will undergo violent turmoil.
Radiating to endless sub-worlds... it means the destruction and demise of countless worlds.
It's described as terrifying...
Lin Xi was even more suspicious.
Suddenly...Lin Xi pulled out a knife.
Dream Cold Sword!
One knife kills all the remaining joy, don’t dream of a cold spring night!
This knife actually became more lifelike after arriving in the source world.
It has taken on a more real and complete form.
Seeing Lin Xi holding the knife, Monk Yun panicked a little.
The little train stopped.
He asked Lin Xi: "What are you going to do?"
"Don't do anything! I may not be able to destroy the black coffin, nor can I affect the supervisor...but I can cut off these channels that communicate with the world and prevent the transportation of the world's structure."
"If our world... is all the work of these creators, then... I will kill them with a sword and force them to go out of business!" Lin Xi said.
Monk Yun's face completely changed.
He began to become gloomy and scary.
The previous enthusiasm and familiarity with Lin Xi, as if they were old friends for many years, were all gone.
"Heh... As expected! Another ungrateful fool. How come... he can't explain it clearly?"
"Wouldn't it be nice to just play a prescribed role, and then watch these creators update it continuously... continue to compile your life?"
"You act out your joys and sorrows, and we are happy to see them and give us a reward... Isn't this a very harmonious and perfect symbiotic relationship? Why... destroy it?" When saying the last few words, Yun said
The monk's face completely changed.
What he needs is a sense of dominance.
When the feeling of dominance disappeared, it seemed that Lin Xi had provoked his most unacceptable and unshakable interests.
The familiarity and love that once existed have all turned into danger and contempt.
For a moment, Lin Xi felt the feeling of convergence of eyes again.
This time...all the 'warmth' and 'support' in his eyes were gone, leaving only doubts, anger, disgust and indifference.
These gazes, like layers of seals, kept falling on Lin Xi.
Let the knife in his hand become heavier and heavier.
Even Lin Xi's whole body seemed to be pulled into an invisible hole and then dissipated.
"Hole?"
"Where did the hole come from in the source world?" In confusion, Lin Xi used the absolute self-imposed figure given by the saint's shadow to stabilize his body, and then he had doubts.
If the source world is the source and core of all worlds.