Each of his steps seed to tread upon the fragile structure of "ti points," with a river of flowing, viscous ti before him instead of layers.
The river wasn’t clear but composed of countless flowing monts...
In those monts, there was a broken mirror reflecting the interior of a spaceship marked with a red five-pointed star...
There was a coin falling, yet eternally suspended before touching the ground...
There was a collapsing building, cycling through destruction and rebirth with periods of contraction and expansion...
And there were scenes of interaction between the "Original Apostles" and a phantom-like "him," completely opposite the previous anti-physical fragnts, exuding a warmth that defied logic, yet felt incredibly real...
And...
Countless ti points are stretched and twisted, forming symbols upon each ti point, resembling a lting piece of stained glass that splashes and flows as he runs incessantly...
From this mont, from so ti before now, ti had ceased to be a linear river and had beco an endlessly wrinkled, crazily manipulated web.
Lin Yi ran within it, his path tracing like the tip of a red-hot needle, brutally piercing and tearing the delicate fibers of ti and space. Each ti his foot touched the ground, ripples of ti exploded outward, the scenes changing madly...
The seeds of civilization before the Black Mist Era flickered and faltered in the cold night...
At the beginning of the Black Mist Era, countless pioneers paved the way for its arrival with their bodies and blood... the earliest "Butchers" and "Fog Nightmare Hunters" fought ceaselessly for the early humans...
During the Black Mist Era, the World Tree stood over human civilization like a lighthouse in the long dark night...
Under the World Tree, the early humans thrived and multiplied...
The "Original Apostles" grew slowly...
The darkness once again enveloped the land, and after bloody battles, the age of great navigation began...
Lin Yi seed to traverse within the Ti Flow, yet it seed he was no longer traversing it...
He had just stepped over a boiling primordial ocean, and in the next mont, he was on the cold surface of a withered planet in so distant galaxy...
In his daze, he continually closed the distance with that unreachable white speck of light...
Finally...
He crossed the white boundary, entering the portal represented by that white light...
"Boom—"
"Whoo..."
"Whoo..."
The whole world suddenly beca silent in an instant.
Gradually, gradually, so "sounds" began to appear beside Lin Yi’s ears, these "sounds" existed in a magical and chaotic superposition state...
He heard the sharp wail of a newborn and the muffled sound of civilization collapsing...
He heard lovers’ whispers and the eternal low hum of teor showers slicing through the long night...
He heard the ticking of clocks magnified to beco a deafening, doomsday bell symbolizing the collapse of order...
The white light slowly faded away, and a fantastical, semi-transparent World Tree, woven from countless monts in ti, appeared before his "eyes."
He saw countless flows of ti, countless event nodes, with fragnts of ti like sharp shards of glass incessantly colliding and scraping his field, emitting piercing screeches...
This seed not to originate from the World Tree, but from ti and space itself.
A low voice, unidentifiable in emotion, a sound that traversed the tidal flow of the universe, reached his ears...
"Ti is infinite, but events are finite."
"Indeed, you possess infinite ti, but after exhausting all events, zero remains zero, it does not beco one..."
"Even you cannot find the one you desire from infinite zeros, because one..."
"...does not exist!"
"Boom—!"
The World Tree collapsed with a bang, and Lin Yi, whose physical form had long extinguished leaving only a glazed body and an ostensibly undying soul, imdiately began to feel unimaginable tearing— with the past clutching his heels, the future pulling his fingertips, while the endless "now" tried to pin him forever in this chaotic, collapsing torrent of the World Tree!
"Go!! It’s ti to go!!"
"Run, Old Lin! Run!! Run!!" An unknown voice penetrated ti.
Lin Yi felt invigorated, realizing that he must leave; he must be quick, he must be faster!
Faster!!
Faster than the healing speed of ti!
Faster than the chase of the Causality Law!!
"Run, Lin Yi, run!!"
Lin Yi murmured deeply, as if a deity anointing himself, as if an emperor chanting a Divine Oracle for himself!
His speed beca terrifying, resembling a wound tearing through the fabric of the universe; he was no longer rely running, but forcefully embroidering his path onto the tapestry of ti, leaving a scorching, uncooled scar each ti he traversed, with the scenery on either side frantically attempting to rge and cover, yet twisting and deforming due to his speed, forming a bizarre mirage...
He did not know whether he would create chaos, whether he would disturb countless predetermined lines of fate, but he had no choice. He must leave, must escape from here to return to his place!
At this mont, where his physical form resided, in the Giant Do, with the Boss by his side, like a lighthouse in the darkness, calling to him from the depths of the river of ti, while he was the bullet shot forth, with a set target, yet carving its trajectory amidst chaos.
He had dived too deep, too deep, as if piercing through ti, as if crossing the universe between the fleeting and the eternal in an instant, pushing his will and belief of return to the extre...
His figure transford amidst the endless, bizarre scenery into a stubborn, continuously extending fissure, a paradox walking in the crevices of ti, a runner relentlessly tearing ti itself for salvation—
Between eternity and non-eternity, he ran ceaselessly!!
Run and run...
Run...
Run...
Unknowingly how long he had run, the gradually converging layer barriers reappeared around him, like pipe-like passages, like plastic tracks...
He—had returned.
Lin Yi slowly decreased his running speed—not so much slowed down as being expelled by "ti" due to a change in his will.
The changes surrounding Lin Yi, like a swiftly moving barrier suddenly slowing its speed...
Reality caught up with him.
May 12, X023, 18:06, the Giant Do of the Gymnasium’s attached building.
Lin Yi slowly decelerated his running pace, eventually coming to a gradual halt on the plastic track.
"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."
He panted gently, yet not feeling particularly tired, as if the endless run earlier hadn’t substantially taxed his body.
He quickly glanced at the ti on his watch and was shocked: "18:07?! Oh my, have I been running all afternoon?"
He gazed up at the sky, the twilight above the Giant Do, already dim, with wisps of faint light drifting from the west, floating alongside the thin clouds, like poached egg flowers in clear water.
Before retracting his gaze, his Vision uncontrollably expanded, his perspective lifting as if out of his body, directly overlooking the entire gymnasium...
Suddenly he possessed two perspectives: one was normal vision, the other seemingly his Perception expanding in a passive form of Transcendent Vision.
Lin Yi seed to think of sothing, withdrew his gaze, and looked toward the Boss, finding him still standing over there, as if he hadn’t moved for these several hours, while Li Huiyuan was sitting on the green lawn beside, leaning back, hands supporting the ground, panting heavily.
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