"In worlds with different theoretical structures, the form of ti varies."
Mr.Wu did not imdiately answer the Flower Cat’s reproach, but instead slowly explained the subsequent question:
"I do not deny that in other theories, ti might have other appearances, such as spots, ripples, or even a simple vector, a sponge full of pores—like the portrayal of an elephant from different angles by the blind, where the image seen always varies in so way or another—but in Dinsion Theory, saying that the ti line and ti form an angle does not conflict."
"Who said a dinsion line must be a line?"
"The dinsion line of space is full of tension, the dinsion line of weight is compressed into an arc, the dinsion line of sound vibrates, and each concept has its own characteristics. Ti is the sa; its dinsion line forms an angle."
"As for why I didn’t warn you."
"Do you rember our previous analysis? For wizards, ti and destiny are ’threads’ connected by every mont’s different choices. In my current state, if I interfered with your choices, it’s hard to imagine what changes might occur afterward...which might not be good for you. I can only try to stand outside those connected ’angles’ and gently pluck the fine strings on the angles to remind you."
"And now you can speak?" The Yellow Flowered Cat found itself more confused than ever.
"Because you have already made a choice, and I want to strengthen the ti thread you have seen...by talking to you, I have confird this line, and even if Xiangliu, that little guy, becos an Ancient One, he cannot change what has already happened... I really like this thread; it has a reassuring sense of moderation and security."
At this point, Mr.Wu paused for a mont, seemingly allowing the Flower Cat to absorb his previous words, then continued:
"In the River of Destiny, countless tributaries are born every mont, running parallel, but they ultimately differ in strength. The stronger the individual, the stronger the tributary they can sustain, or in other words, only a sufficiently strong stream can accommodate a sufficiently strong individual... From this standpoint, where I am can be called the main stream of the ti river; what I observe is the true history in the long river."
"What about those you can’t observe?" The Yellow Flowered Cat, intrigued, interrupted.
"There are no tributaries I cannot observe." Mr.Wu shook his head and calmly replied, "Ancient wizards have already leapt beyond the river of ti and destiny; within the starlight, nothing can escape..."
The Yellow Flowered Cat perked up its ears, obediently squatting beside the lounge chair, listening intently to each word Mr.Wu said. Such opportunities weren’t often available.
Sunlight stread through the glass, pouring into the narrow bookstore, mingling with Mr.Wu’s lazy, slow voice to condense into clusters of illusionary blossoms in mid-air, which drifted down slowly.
An enticing fragrance filled the air, making one’s mouth water and mind clear.
The Yellow Flowered Cat widened its eyes; it could see the illusory blossoms materializing from thin air, slowly disintegrating with Mr.Wu’s words, transforming into a purple aura that fell on it, turning into lively strands of Magic Power and countless mysterious knowledge. It seed to once again see the river winding out of the void and hear its gurgling flow.
For a mont, the Yellow Flowered Cat felt that Legend wasn’t so great; it even felt like it could break through to Legend by just snoring—and that’s what it intended to do.
Outside the Flower Cat’s gaze.
Under the book that covered the face of the San You Bookstore owner.
Mr.Wu squinted his eyes slightly, the lenses of the black-frad glasses reflecting his gaze, a vast network as boundless as the starry sky.
Every mont, innurable starlights bloom and die in the lenses.
Every second, billions of similar yet distinctly different images shatter in the lenses.
He saw on Saturday morning, students of Jiuyou Academy and Fishn of Lin Zhong Lake clashed. Returning from the Dreamland, Zheng Qing was exhausted. He eventually fired a shot into the sky to silence everyone, and that shot killed an abruptly appearing Black Mountain Goat cub. The Black Mountain Goat’s dying struggle shattered the white tower in the lake’s center.
Following this image downwards.
Without the Black Mountain Goat’s appearance, in the Black Prison, the Black Mountain Goat in the Extre East Abyss still hid. Eris’s Xuanhuang Fruit eventually fell into the hands of Atlas Academy’s dean, Urelban.
The returning Sea Demon King was unable to complete its dissolution into a soldier, going berserk as mad spells fell upon the inner castle walls.
In the image, Dean Alpha guards the advancing Atlas dean, Dean Starry Sky guards the advancing Nine Has Dean, while the few young wizards lying on the city wall, without protection, were torn into pieces by the Sea Demon King’s rampant Magic Power.
The scene shifts.
Zheng Qing sat dazedly on the city wall, as inconspicuous as a fly. His face was splattered with bits of the Atonent Hunting Team hunters’ flesh and blood, Jiang Yu lay in his arms with only half her body remaining.
"Stop..."
The young man murmured, raising his head and gazing around blankly, the sky tinted with blood, sunlight soaking into the crimson, the air thick with a sense of death and Ruins.
Through the blurred image, Mr.Wu could clearly see a new seed deep within Zheng Qing’s body frantically sprouting, growing into a new sapling. The sapling continued to absorb the destructive force from deep within the boy as well as from the boundless Black Prison World, growing taller and larger.
"Stop..."
"Stop!!"
In the next scene, a myriad of bloody rays blossod from the young student, like a blooming lotus, engulfing the entire Black Prison World—including the Sea Demon King’s eyeball—only the Big Wizard and a few exceedingly lucky registered wizards survived the catastrophe.
On this tiline, the Sea Demon King succeeded under Zheng Qing’s forbidden curse to dissolve into a soldier. As the wizards and demons remaining on the battlefield were still absent-minded at the fall of the Legendary Demon and the power of the genuine forbidden curse just now, legends Shi Hui, If Foolish, and the Dark Council Chairman collectively turned their heads to gaze at the Wizard World.
Northwest of Buji Island, sowhere deep in the ocean, waves overturned, the world tilted, several large stars showered infinite brilliance in broad daylight, an ancient city radiated dazzling splendor under the sea, and a srizing sound faintly echoed through the water—then a small star slowly rose amidst the color and sound.
Mr.Wu blinked, ending his observation.
He had surveyed countless tributaries; as he anticipated, the Sea Demon King, already an Ancient One, truly leapt out of the River of Ti and Destiny, dissolving and advancing in various ways across different tributaries, yet all achieved success.
The difference lay in the fates of those ’little people.’
And Zheng Qing’s fate.
Mr.Wu blinked again, shifting his gaze back to the ti line he favored, watching the young student of public funds sleep soundly on the city wall, his companions lying around in disorder, seeing the weak yet concentrated seed within him, he smiled lightly:
"The night gave black eyes, but I use them to seek light."
"The forbidden curse gave you destructive power, rember to use it to save the world."
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