If there really is a so-called parallel universe in this world.
So, what kind of different scenery will the concept extended by this current "I" show?
Before that, Fang Jie would also think about related issues occasionally late at night.
That's not the desire to act like a philosopher in front of people under the secretion of hormones.
Or, true philosophy may appear metaphysical, but it never leaves the surface, far away from the dust and noise.
Fang Jie stared at the cat's eyes in front of him, feeling a little dazed.
At that moment, he felt some kind of pull, some kind of struggle, some kind of trance.
Just like when I was a child, I was suddenly called back from the field by my father.
It's a choice...
Inexplicably, Fang Jie understood.
He subconsciously squinted his eyes, trying to see more clearly.
He saw more details:
He saw the dense scars and stains on the strong man's body, and he saw the clothes that were made of linen and had almost no protection.
He saw the blood on the blade, and saw some greasy, rotten brown color deeply embedded between the wooden handle...
Is that the life I desire?
"Bata."
Fang Jie lit his last cigarette.
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The elder seems to be in a good mood today...
The players on the Emerald Dream network murmured silently according to the direction of the plants in the garden.
Of course they didn't know that a certain orange cat nestled under the World Tree was staring at a certain berserker who was cursing and holding two knives in the wilderness looking for bugs to eat, and wagged his tail in a condescending manner.
Elders are not very good script writers. Good characters will find their own way...
Compared with ordinary movies, this kind of story may be more lengthy, but it is equally rich.
Yi Chun glanced at Guangbai, who was thrown into the dream world of another timeline.
At this moment, he is leading his followers to overthrow the ruler of a certain human gathering place.
In the endless pages of history of intelligent life, such scenes are nothing new.
Yi Chun withdrew his gaze without comment.
Compared with the indoctrination of words and the transmission of language, one's own personal experience is the best textbook.
It is real enough and carries heavy weight.
This is a final trial...
Guangbai needs to find the "right" path between the internal struggle of mankind, the aggressive war of alien races and the impact of asteroids.
Yi Chun never likes the only solution, so the answer can be any one of many endings.
Even the answer itself is not important.
What Yi Chun needs is whether what Guangbai showed in the process of searching for this answer can be changed.
Guangbai's talent for change is undoubtedly beyond doubt.
That is a miracle born with a very small probability under the endless base of the multiverse.
But talent is just talent, and the multiverse is never a place where one talent can determine everything.
There are more things that determine his direction.
For example, camps, thoughts and values, as well as the direction of pursuit and the path chosen.
Even, in some places, certain aspects of hobbies can become key factors that affect the direction of destiny.
Yi Chun is naturally not one of those casual guys. What he needs is a big disciple who can help him solve "general problems" to a certain extent.
He may not be so kind, but he must not be evil.
He may not be so wise, but he must not be stupid.
Things like this cannot be seen through a short period of getting along and practicing.
Therefore, Yi Chun needs to go through a series of tests in the dream world.
In a sense, it is not much different from calling a new Taoist boy to chop firewood in a Taoist temple.
At this point, Yi Chun suddenly understood the journey of the Jade Emperor through countless calamities in the ancient Eastern extraordinary civilization.
The Tao cannot be passed down personally, as our ancestors have long given us instructions.
Of course, this is somewhat related to the rumor that the non-human beings are somewhat shameless...
And just as Yi Chun, who had transformed into an orange cat, was squatting there with a deep expression on his face, he felt some kind of throbbing inexplicably.
Then, a piece of information appeared inexplicably in Yi Chun's divine consciousness.
It was an invitation to a gathering of interdimensional organizations across the multiverse.
Yi Chun didn't take a closer look, he just focused his divine consciousness on the unfamiliar throbbing.
There are so many unfamiliar energies and particles in the multiverse that Yi Chun doesn't understand, which is of course normal.
Perhaps unfamiliar particles that can act on gods are of sufficient research value.
Then, after casually pulling out a crack in time.
There is a deviation of about ten years between Yi Chun's timeline and the main timeline of the multiverse.
Then, Yi Chun emerged from the gap in time with a calm expression.
Another strange object from the multiverse that cannot be deciphered for the time being...
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In the void above a huge nebula, continuous mist-like gas filled the dark space.
And above this cloud-like material, a grand banquet was being held.
Interdimensional gatherings, especially such large-scale gatherings, have always been synonymous with luxury and power in the multiverse.
It not only requires a huge amount of resources, but also requires strong support.
Especially when there are racial antagonisms in the participant's camp.
Respect may be a reason for kind people to temporarily accommodate themselves.
But evil people never accept this trick...
The current gathering was held by the rulers of the Dosl Polycrystalline Wall System.
It is also known as the "Nebula Party of Dorsaldo" by the gods and other participants.
Most of the invitees are prominent figures from nearby planes. In addition, there are also some very famous figures in the multiverse.
Due to the dangers of the latter, invitations in this area have always been relatively rare.
At this time, the banquet was filled with everything from a stone dining table as huge as a mountain, where wine and meat were mainly served, to small round plates decorated with various exquisite pastries.
Giants, little people, alien races, and even beings from the lower planes temporarily put aside their hatred and war and gather here happily.
Of course, beneath the surface peace, there will certainly be murderous intentions and traps.
Just because of the strong power and tough attitude of the organizers, these have all become a "digestion movement" after the dinner party.
The dripping accordion-Sima-Pas (the god of song and joy in Mudenla) transformed into a young, plump woman, passing by a strange being with arms that were coiled like winding branches.
The other party wanted to invite Seema Parth for a drink, but she refused.
She has a more important guest...
"Why is Seema Parth in such a hurry? Is that cat here?"
Giant Ernie Bullock "whispered" and asked his younger brother beside him.
The face of his younger brother, who was only half a giant, changed.
He got up and said he was going to cut some meat for his brother, but he soon disappeared.
"What? You don't like cats very much?"
Ernie Bullock heard a strange voice. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of a strange human squatting on his shoulder at some point...
