"In the future, perhaps we will have to rely on you." Atabia smiled.
"The pressure is too great." Minis hesitated sowhat.
The project "Cosmic Hourglass," on the surface, was a convergence of the Four Great Celestial Venerables' mighty power, secretly paving the way for Minis at great effort, which was considered a bold move.
Unlimited stacking is more stable than waiting for the random birth of so living being.
It's just that Minis's disposition isn't very advantageous.
Not confident enough.
However, thinking about it, it seems to fit the character of "moderation," knowing a little about everything.
If it were a fanatic genius, endlessly stacking, nurous versions of oneself, strengths would beco greater, and the personality might beco increasingly extre and fanatical, possibly creating a major problem.
Thus, Atabia deed Minis to be the perfect chosen one!
In the previous era, everyone thought he was the most worthless of the three brothers, the eldest excelled in research, the second in combat, and he seed unremarkable.
Yet, little did they know, he was truly the one who would shine in the late period!
"Don't worry, your era is about to arrive." Atabia patted his shoulder, silently scheming.
The peculiar fellow trailing behind him while traversing has been more or less probed.
In the perspective of the Space God, he couldn't hide, excelling in the three major primary gods, but not in the Three Thousand Great Path.
He should be the protagonist of the next era, a fusion of three in one.
But he is rely a transitional figure for an era, surpassing the Four Great Celestial Venerables in talent, yet beneath the legendary perfect Renaissance Man.
Theoretically, like them, he is innately deficient, hard to accomplish major feats.
But this is only in theory, ultimately an unstable factor, his identity must be found, eliminated!
...
...
Beyond the cosmos, in the boundless void.
Li Qing continued flying, leaping, traversing the vast nothingness, heading into the distance.
This subspace beyond the universe, where the fragnted civilizations of the Planet Universe era were trapped, disappeared into the long river of history.
With nothing better to do, Li Qing opened a monitor's records, observing the various phenona of five thousand cosmic years.
"Golden Crows? Is that it?"
Said to be nine suns flying in the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, it's actually like nine groundhogs digging in the dirt.
Not classy at all!
However, this is from a macroscopic perspective; in the microcosmic view of the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, it's indeed terrifying.
A gigantic Divine Bird Celestial Calamity, surpassing countless world sizes, soaring in the cosmos, even one's own world pales in comparison to one of its feathers.
For the masses, it's devastating!
And the era soaked in the river water is also quite interesting.
Each world, like swimming fish, drifted everywhere, gradually forming a great fleet, huddling together for warmth.
Isn't this scene just like the great flood era in the previous room, where Atabians used countless cells to form fish in the water?
"Indeed, single cells in a room converging into fish, the world is a circle."
Li Qing sighed.
How is this cosmic aquarium now not just another room?
Feels quite interesting.
It's a pity that such an intriguing era was missed, otherwise it would have been quite a spectacle.
Along the way, during leisure ti he watched various historical monts of the five thousand cosmic years, a relatively long period of ti.
While continuously watching, he finally arrived before a colossal phantom silhouette of an arm.
Ordinary people couldn't see the existence of this arm, because it didn't exist in the "present."
From a higher dinsional perspective, this arm seems composed of countless sketch lines in a simple drawing, injected with matter, observed, and it would fully exist in this cosmos.
At this mont, the cosmos was quite quantum chanical, Schrödinger's cat was perfectly applied here.
Even in this cosmos's physics curriculum, this foundational field was added, countless people discussed, researched it.
"It's ti to transform the 'present' of five thousand years ago into this now." Li Qing had a thought, and the four authorities moved simultaneously.
Through the long river of ti, a slender passage suddenly erged from an unknown higher dinsion, with matter surging through it.
Crack!
Like a paintbrush dancing, filling this arm with colors, imparting vivid hues, quickly arriving into this era.
"It's done." Li Qing slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing, "Next, it's ti to modify this arm."
The Celestial River was rely the Divine Artifact of Nokron.
What did it have to do with Li Qing?
The genuine Divine Artifact of this behind-the-scenes manipulator, gathering four great authorities, was the ultimate trump card forged by fusion!
And how these four great authorities could mutually amplify within this Divine Artifact was another thorny problem.
The road is long and arduous.
...
Solar Calendar Year 13210.
Nurous ancient powerhouses, in these years, suddenly experienced strange mories, inexplicable fragntary thoughts.
"How can formidable beings like us have such delusions?"
"Dismiss one person alone, cultivation technique deviation, celestial human degradation, but now all simultaneously..."
This peculiarity sparked wide debate throughout the cosmos.
Because it was Elis's handiwork, the fact of ti travel was known to only a few, their mories post-fusion five thousand years later were quite scattered.
But everyone gradually ca to believe in discussion: this collective mory effect occurring in this group was definitely not accidental.
A large number of Holy Lands, Major Sects, ford a research alliance, countless sages, scholars banded together to study.
Ultimately, the senior quantum physicist from the Moon Palace, Professor Wales, offered his hypothesis, believing this to be a "Mandela Effect."
Which refers to a special kind of mory disorder, where certain mories from a parallel universe's space-ti are mapped onto oneself in this ti-space, causing collective consciousness alteration.
This was an effect caused by a Saint, who controls the Long River of Ti, greatly shifting the cosmos's Long River of Ti, resulting in this collective paradox side-effect reaction.
"Such a massive side effect?"
"It must be a super large-scale cosmic tiline modification!"
"Damn it, we should have the right to know too."
"Repeated jumps, large-scale conscious side effects on living beings, won't we beco fools if this continues? Our consciousness becos chaotic? And what kind of evil beings will such ti travel create?"
"The Saint has no benevolence!"
"The Saint treats us like ridiculous puppets."
"Our cosmos will face destruction because of this! Chaos, ti disorder, turning into a tangled ss."
"Everyone, we've been deceived! The God of Light was originally the greatest sanctity of the cosmos, propelling countless cosmic eras for the nation and people, yet four evil ones ambushed him! They imprisoned him in the Sun, letting him suffer endless heat death, while glowing and burning."
In the cosmos, bizarre narratives gradually started spreading everywhere.
The younger generation among the masses whispered.
Various conspiracy theories gradually beca prevalent, as if a hidden hand was guiding public opinion.
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