Capítulo 1435: Chapter 682: mory Fragnts Deep Within the Mind, [World Tree]
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Lin Yi silently gazed at the shadow of the oak tree beneath him, his will body seed to be unable to dive deeper; it appeared that the limit of his will was at the crown of this imnse, illusory oak tree.
Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind.
He suddenly realized, the voices just now, not only did the voice of the “Contractor” sound youthful, but even the voices of the “Divine Craftsman” Ayin and the “Designer” Amon were very young…
“Could it be…?! ”
“At this ti, the ‘Original Apostles’ have not yet attained their honorary titles?! ”
Lin Yi’s heart trembled.
Then, the figures beneath the tree flickered rapidly as though hundreds of tis faster, yet at this high speed, there seed to always be a few figures lingering under this tree…
One was Wei Liang, and the other… was the “Contractor”.
This little girl “Contractor” seed to have extraordinary gifts, sensing sothing at a very early stage, then often lingering under this tree, akin to Siddhartha contemplating under the Bodhi tree at the ti.
No, speaking of ti, in this era, civilization had yet to bud in the Nile River Basin, not even a shadow of Buddha Shijia existed.
Finally one day, the “Contractor” reached out, summoning forth his shadow from within the oak tree…
At that mont, the ti acceleration slowed down again, Lin Yi was shocked as he gazed at the “self” beneath the tree—from a certain perspective, “he” at that ti was his true self.
“Old Lin!” Wei Liang exclaid in surprise.
The group of young Original Apostles gathered around.
“He” slowly spoke: “Liangzi… everyone… all these years, I’ve always been able to hear your voices… feel your presence…”
“Divine Craftsman” Ayin and “Designer” Amon quickly hid the object forged from the oak tree branches behind them, chuckling sheepishly like Tom Cats, nervously avoiding eye contact with “him”…
“But we’re still one step short, only your consciousness has awakened, or rather this is rely a projection of you in a certain space-ti, while you yourself remain in perpetual slumber.” Wei Liang said.
Only then did Lin Yi understand why the Wei Liang he saw was real, yet his “self” was illusory—because ever since the “Contractor” unveiled so mystery, summoning him from the oak tree, and later when the “Original Apostles” fully matured, he remained in this state.
“Could these be my sealed mories?” Lin Yi’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly grasping many things.
“The slumber of the flesh is no longer important.” The “self” beneath the oak tree slowly spoke, “My body is the vessel carrying this consciousness in the ‘real’ world.”
“My will temporarily cannot return to the vessel, this is a predetermined part within “Ti”.
“Now, we have more important things to do…”
“What things?” Wei Liang asked, as the other Original Apostles listened attentively.
Lin Yi also listened intently, striving to complete this piece of mory.
He heard “him” say: “I sank within the ti flow… lost on the return path of all things… for countless years, I saw the end… and traced upward, saw the source that gave birth to the end…
“Countless tilines… countless ti flows… originally possessing infinite possibilities, yet now the future is prematurely consolidated at a single singularity…
“I don’t know where this tiline source is, whether it’s related to us…
“But at the endpoint of the ti flow, I saw our silhouettes…
“After that, everything is blank… I don’t know whether it’s the end or a new beginning, but the circle of destiny, regardless of its diater, once it appears, it will not disappear…
“I cannot discern the ti span of this circle, I only saw its two ends… like points on a wormhole, I have no clue how much ti and events interval between them…
“I only know… we must prepare…”
“For our world, and for your world.”
“In countless tilines, infinite ti flows, the birth of any intelligent life is an infinitely small probability touched after infinite cycles… and a newly born world should not perish this way…”
Lin Yi heard “him” say many things, talking about “ti,” “destiny,” “cycles,” “end,” and so on… regarding that sort of “self,” he always felt strange, because that “self” at the ti gave him an impression not like “him,” but more like a vessel of so supre will.
Those words, to draw a comparison, were more like the so-called “will of heaven” in those fantasy novels, descending to prevent world destruction, then like a top-tier NPC, starting to ramble on issuing tasks…
Wei Liang listened with a slight frown.
Finally, he slowly spoke: “Old Lin?”
“Hm?” “He” was taken aback.
“I have a question concerning the survival of all humanity to ask you.” Wei Liang’s expression was very serious.
So that the youthful Original Apostles around him also held their breath in anticipation.
“He” said: “Tell .”
Thus Wei Liang posed the so-called “question concerning the survival of all humanity”: “When Mai Shiranui fights, does her leg tremble or her hand tremble?”
“He” paused for a mont, then answered in an odd tone: “I think it should be ‘Snow White’ trembling, right?”
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