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Chapter 133 Time and Space

Farrell was very lucky. She did not expect that Bai Mo had actually had a similar experience when she made a random statement. When he heard these words, they were very credible and he had no doubt at all.

"In the parallel world, are you already at level eight?" Bai Mo suddenly asked after pondering for a while.

According to his tests, the threshold for being able to project information and power across time and space should be between the eighth and ninth levels.

Once you step into the eighth-level Cave Xuanxingjun, you can start trying to randomly drop messages into parallel time and space, but there is no guarantee who will receive the messages.

Opening the cracks in space and time and sending information into parallel space and time requires extremely large and violent force to forcefully blast into the deepest part of the subatomic realm, the Planck length level.

Even Dongxuan Xingjun, who has mastered the power of one star, can only sustain his power for a few nanoseconds in the face of such high output requirements.

Such a small amount of time is not enough to transmit any power. Even if it is information, it can only be a dozen bits at most.

Only the strong ones in the eighth level who can persist for more than twenty nanoseconds can throw a relatively complete sentence into parallel time and space.

But if you really want to transmit some kind of power, I'm afraid only the veteran Zhenyang Xingjun can do it.

Communicating time and space is, after all, a matter that tests both macro control and micro control.

The amount of macro control determines how much a monk can do, whether it is killing a cow with one punch or blowing up a mountain with one punch.

Microscopic control determines how detailed the monk can do, whether it is to blow the cow into several pieces with one punch, or to turn the cow into protein molecules with one punch.

Of course, even more cruelly, you can punch a cow into a pig, as long as the cow's atoms are forcibly rearranged.

"Eighth level?" Farel began to chew on the question raised by Bai Mo, feeling as if he was testing herself.

There is a long accumulation period between the seventh level and the eighth level. She estimates that she will not be able to do anything within a thousand years. At this time, Bai Mo asked if she in the parallel world was already the eighth level. In other words, he probably wanted to determine whether that version of herself came from a thousand years in the future.

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Information about the future, even just the possibility of another world line, is of immeasurable value to anyone. That is the equivalent of a "reborn" plug-in!

"I don't know, the 'I' over there didn't say anything." Farel gave an ambiguous answer, "She only mentioned one thing, that she came through the empire's quantum shuttle."

"Quantum shuttle

Bai Mo has some impressions of this name, but it's just a memory from the White Land.

The people of the White Earth and the Empire have the same origin, and they had many exchanges in the early days. It is normal for both sides to have similar technology trees.

That thing was originally transformed from an ultra-high-power particle collider, with the goal of allowing weaker people to have their own tools to study and observe this parallel time and space.

People who cannot touch the sky also have the curiosity to observe the sky.

Even the original structure of the quantum shuttles on the White Land was not designed by Bai Mo. At this stage, it is just a theoretical model that only exists in computers.

Among the trillions of people, although there are no eighth-level people, there is no shortage of people with amazing talents in other fields.

Although a large part of them, when they feel that they have gradually encountered a bottleneck in their growth, or have differences in their ideas, will choose to collect the redemption fee and then quietly run away.

But the speed of industrialization and population growth in the White Land cannot be matched. In the time it takes to raise a thousand people, there is a high probability that another ten thousand will be born, so the people of Rundian have nothing to worry about.

In the early years, people who left the White Land would choose to go to the Empire to start their new life.

But as the imperial fleet flew further and further away, the connection between the two sides was gradually severed, and they turned to building their own new settlement in the newly discovered endless land.

This new continent has endless land and resources. As long as you have the energy and some basic living supplies, you can open up a brand new country.

After all, the average distribution of resources within the White Land is too high. No matter how talented and capable an individual is, he cannot obtain resource support that far exceeds that of others.

No matter how talented you are, it's just like that. What you get from the system will not be much more than others.

Among people, on average, some people will feel uncomfortable.

It is precisely because of this that every year many people who think they should not have to do this choose to leave, find places where they think the distribution is more reasonable, and start a new life.

There are many such settlements, large and small, dotted across the endless land.

There are millions of people in large numbers and hundreds of thousands in small numbers.

They established their own cities and countries in the Endless Land, and continued to expand their territory outwards. Occasionally, they also conducted trade with the mainland of the White Land, exchanging what they had.

"Yes, it's just such a thing. Unfortunately, in that world, I didn't have much research on this thing, so I couldn't record this technology.

Farel continued with a little regret.

The game system is a technological crystallization containing seventh-level power. It is not a very precious thing in itself. With the empire's technology, it can be reproduced with some time.

But the quantum shuttle is different. If a machine that can transmit such a level of power to parallel time and space can be realized in this world, it will be of immeasurable benefit to me and the development of the empire's psychic technology.

"Why you?" Bai Mo asked.

Since Farrell in the parallel world is not a professional in this field, normally she should not be the one participating in the experiment.

What is passed on will not be information about her in parallel time and space.

"I don't know...I didn't tell you about the other one." Farrell pretended to explain, while quickly using the power of ghosts and immortals to quietly tamper with the information in the game system.

As an information being, she was familiar with doing this kind of thing.

Farel was a little worried that Bai Mo was being aggressive, so in order to know the future information, she directly took action and robbed it.

Not to mention that she is just a ghost fairy with the lowest frontal combat ability among the five realms. Even if she is a mobile turret heavenly fairy, she cannot withstand the seventh-level perfect Bai Mo.

When Bai Mo finds out that in the parallel time and space, it was his Black Wave that killed everyone, the scene will be very embarrassing.

As for future technology, future cultivation routes, and future development directions, Farel did not expect that after reading all the last words of her other self, there was not even a single word mentioned in them. It was simply a trap.

As the self in the parallel world, I didn’t even try to help my self here before dying. It’s so irritating!

At least let’s be more open-minded!

If your future self leaves a few random words, it will save your present self many years of struggle. No points.

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