In fact, this was also the first time that Annan saw the body of the Sixth Phase Purana.
If Annan were to look for it himself, he would definitely not be able to find it. Because although it is called "Purana", it is not really a book like the Fourth Historiography... it is not even parchment or parchment.
Text carriers such as stone tablets and clay tablets.
Annan actually knows what the so-called "Purana" is
The original definition of the Purana is a Sanskrit religious text from ancient India on earth.
They are usually used to worship a certain god, usually the main gods such as Vishnu, Brahma, and Shiva. The content of the Puranas has "five aspects", which are the initial creation of the universe, the destruction and rebirth of the universe, and the gods.
The genealogy, regarding the birth and history of human beings, the lineage of the Rizhong dynasty built by the descendants of Surya and the Moon dynasty built by the descendants of Soma.
In this world, there is also similar mysterious knowledge. Of course, this is the creation of Miss Good Luck.
She divided the most secret knowledge into five categories, corresponding to "the beginning of creation", "the possibility of the destruction of the world", "the secret of the living pillar", "the creation of various races", "the beginning of creation"
The conquest and extermination of races”.
The so-called Sixth Phase Purana is "other than top-secret knowledge that cannot be described or spoken." This is the power sealed by Miss Good Luck herself... just like the Three Sirens.
That is absolutely secret knowledge that even the Twelve Righteous Gods have forgotten. It even has a special set of language rules, because this knowledge cannot even be "diluted" into apocryphal scriptures.
The current human language cannot even pronounce the content, and even if it hears this knowledge, it cannot be understood.
In addition to taking the initiative to pass on the knowledge, killing this person will also cause this knowledge to flow into your own mind; if there is no clear and traceable murderer, then it will flow into the minds of those closest to you.
This knowledge exists in an almost eternal way.
Unless all human beings are extinct, it will not disappear completely...but at the same time, it will not replicate itself. It is like a parasite, existing in the collective consciousness of mankind.
In a sense, it can also be regarded as a "worm".
It's just that this parasite is not harmful, and has always shown a willingness and attitude of symbiosis... So after it was sealed and lost its most fundamental danger, it no longer became a "big enemy".
Annan was not a procrastinator, and would never flee or retreat before a crisis. After clarifying various precautions, Annan followed Saint Peter to the prepared ceremony venue without even taking a night's rest.
This is not an unusually sacred place.
It's not a very complicated pre-ceremony... rather, on the contrary. The place where "The Silent Man" St. Peter prepared to use this great spell was just a very simple and extremely empty square.
The only difference between it and other squares is that there is no one here. The surrounding area has been heavily cordoned off a few days ago, and barriers have been used to completely isolate the sound from inside and outside.
The twelve righteous gods stand in the twelve directions on the dial, guarding the surroundings and keeping people away.
In the square, there were only two people, Annan and St. Peter.
The guardian who had always been silent completely opened his eyes to Annan.
It was a gaze as bright as the sun.
After sending blessings to Annan before, his appearance had aged to the point where he was forty or fifty years old. But now, when he spoke again, his appearance was still slowly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was a sound as powerful as waves, like a tsunami.
The moment St. Peter spoke, the sky became deeply cloudy. The sky that was originally in the afternoon was shrouded in dark clouds in just a few seconds.
In the blink of an eye, heavy rain fell.
Among the layers of thick dark clouds, there was only one crack. There was a clearly visible beam of light shining down from it. In the roaring rainstorm, the only safe place not directly hit by the rain was within a few steps of Annan.
Even so, the rainwater accumulated from the bluestones on the ground in the blink of an eye and splashed onto Annan's trouser legs and boots.
Annan bathed in the only light, but had strange hallucinations.
He seemed to feel that the radiance projected from the layers of dark clouds formed layers of veil-like curtains.
As St. Peter's chanting sounded, some invisible force rose and fell around Annan like a tide. Those gauze-like brilliance gradually took on colors that were different and indescribable to human vision.
But the element of "brilliance" held by Annan clearly told him that the lights surrounding him gradually transformed into the "touch" of something greater. Although they appeared to be layered aurora, that
It's just the shadow they can glimpse.
It's like a chopstick standing in front of an ant. The ant either avoids it or climbs up it, but even if it climbs to the end, it still can't recognize the essence of the chopstick.
Finally, the overwhelming dizziness caused Annan to lose the ability to sense his limbs. He seemed to be floating in a warm ocean exuding the fragrance of roses, his body swinging helplessly in the water with the rise and fall of the tide.
Annan's powerful perception ability at this time made him suffer even more.
He felt that he seemed to have become very small, small enough to stand on a silk thread; and he seemed to have become extremely huge, as if he had stepped out of the shell called "The World" and his whole person had become
giant.
In the strong sense of dissonance, Annan "understood" a voice.
"The true man is beyond good and evil..."
Annan instinctively tried to understand the voice and trace its origin.
But then, an even stronger sense of dizziness overwhelmed his will. His body was suddenly blown away by the invisible ocean, lifted up from the white silk thread, and floated in front of it.
Before losing consciousness, Annan tried to project his consciousness outward.
He roughly saw...
They were countless silver-white spheres suspended in the pure white ocean.
Countless silver-white threads protrude from countless spheres. They are not straight lines, but some kind of curves that move forward in a special way. Most of these lines neither intersect nor are parallel, but there are also some
The line is very close to other lines.
Annan suddenly realized that it was another world.
If the position where he flew over is set to "forward", then a certain distance in the opposite direction from where he was before will be exactly perpendicular to a certain line protruding from another sphere.
And he was pulled by some kind of force to a further location on his current "line".
When Annan first stood on this line, he was attracted by a kind of gravity. But after he was blown away by the "ocean", it was like a magnet that no longer attracted... He seemed to be able to go in any direction, toward
"Fall" in any direction.
If he doesn't follow this force and fall to a certain point precisely
He can even go to any location on this line. Not just the "future", but also the "past", or he can also go to other "lines" and land at any point.
At that moment, Annan realized very clearly... He seemed to be able to exist at any moment and in any position. In countless worlds, there were countless possibilities for him.
But this is just "if" and "possibility".
Because when Annan had this idea, he had already fallen further away. In this unknown sea of pure white, the speed of thought was still too slow. Annan was like a magnet adsorbed on the refrigerator, snapping
It's stuck to that thread.
Immediately afterwards, Annan's consciousness began to melt rapidly. The line quickly grew in size and became like a huge, ever-moving river. Annan just left a mark on the spot before melting... or in other words,
A great force hung a lifebuoy on Annan before he completely fell into the river.
When Annan woke up again, he realized that he was in a brand new world.
A world that was somewhat familiar... yet strange to Annan.
But Annan does not exist as a human being or a ghost.
Annan just has a vague humanoid outline, like a slender, tall and illusory silhouette.
His body exudes a faint, clear water-like silver light... like an untouchable shadow.
Annan was floating in the air like a god, looking down at the land one hundred and eighty-six years later.