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Chapter 1194 At What Altitude

"Back in time, you ruined the world again. Even if you were given another chance, you would still make the same choice."

Hearing this, Xi Tong was silent for a few seconds.

"You seem to be familiar with me?"

Xi Tong knows his past, but that is only the past 20 years.

He didn't know his last life, the last life...

Perhaps this is the limitation of being born as a human being. To understand the world is to use the eyes as the window and the heart as the center.

What you know and think is only a square inch, and you can't touch the edge of the world, let alone the upper limit of the universe.

"Of course I know, and I've been paying attention to you. Your every move is under the light and in my perception."

Xi Tong didn't know whether the other party was talking big, so he didn't answer or ask questions, and he didn't even show a little surprised expression.

The God of Light continued: "I have been looking for the parallel world of the earth, and I am even looking for someone in the parallel world."

Xi Tong instantly thought of the timeline.

Like the sacred fire of the Olympus Protoss, Heaven relies on this to locate the parallel world of the earth.

"She's gone."

With her obsession, pursue her destination.

The God of Light was silent for a long time, but he was not speechless. He said slowly:

"Time axis... Timeline is also fine. I didn't create this thing, and I never tried to possess that kind of existence. What's more, time can be reversed once, twice, three times..."

The God of Light paused, and murmured in a strange tone.

"Who told you that time goes straight? Who told you that time is continuous? Who told you that time is constant?"

The walnut in Xi Tong's palm slowly turned, and the power of time pervaded and enveloped his whole body.

Facing the God of Light, Xi Tong did not dare to take it lightly.

After all, this is an old thing that has existed for tens of thousands of years, and it has destroyed more worlds in its hands than I have ever seen.

The world's most intuitive impression of the God of Light is—hypocrisy and insidiousness.

This is by no means without reason.

So, how credible are the words that the God of Light said, and what is his intention in saying those words?
The reason why he talked patiently with himself was because he was kind and friendly, or because he was afraid of the power of time in his hands?

Xi Tong did not pretend to be artificial.

He didn't think that his mental activities just now could escape the perception of the God of Light.

Yes, straight to the point.

"I don't know anything about the power of time, and I don't know much about the time axis. Can you explain it to me?"

The God of Light did not refuse.

"Tell it in a way you can understand, such as comics. When you flip continuously, the picture will move."

"If everything in the world is a dead thing like a sculpture, just like a pattern on paper, the power of time is the hand that flips through the books."

"This hand can turn faster or slower, and can turn back and forth to see the pictures you are interested in, and even tear off the pictures you hate."

"That's what life is about."

Hearing this, Xi Tong was touched.

He has been playing the meme of "wanting to know the meaning of life, wanting to really live", but he knows little about the meaning of life.

It is undeniable that what the God of Light said made sense.

Moreover, when Xi Tong travels through many worlds and feels the different time flow rates in many worlds, he already has doubts and puzzles.

Now, he suddenly realized.

In the past, time has always been regarded as a unique, connected, and integral thing or force, but it has never been thought that time can be multiple, fragmented, and scattered.

Same with comic book metaphors.

A world is one page of paper, and the heavens and myriad worlds are different papers.

These large or small, thick or thin, or gorgeous or pale papers are connected in a special way to form small groups, and countless small groups form a large group, and finally connect into a whole.

Xi Tong couldn't help thinking of the rosary beads in the hands of monks and Taoists, and the bracelets played by ordinary people.

Isn't the constantly twirling beads the flow of time, isn't the hand that twirls the beads the so-called "force of time"?

At least, yes for beads.

What exactly is time?
It can be any kind of being, any kind of thing, any kind of energy.

As long as it has the supreme level sequence, it can crush all the strength of power.

Xi Tong raised his head and fixedly looked at the God of Light.

"So, what exactly is time?"

The God of Light did not answer.

Xi Tong asked again: "So, what is time?"

The God of Light continued not to answer, but instead of thinking about how to answer, he was thinking about whether to answer.

"Since you know, then according to the usual practice, I have no chance this time."

The immeasurable light reversed back as if going back, all traces of the God of Light quickly faded, all material existence, energy existence, and even all traces of him in spiritual existence quickly disappeared and erased.

Only Xi Tong, because of the entanglement and envelopment of the power of time, left a trace of his existence.

Seeing this scene, Xi Tong confirmed his guess.

Even if the God of Light is not afraid of the power of time, at least he is helpless against the power of time.

He deeply understood the power of the power of time, so when faced with the power of time, he wisely chose to give up.

Because there's no point in doing that.

The last ray of light disappeared, but the voice of the God of Light remained.

"Go back in time, you ruined this world again. Even if you are given another chance, you will still make the same choice. Next time, I will definitely succeed."

I don't speak a word.

Carefully chewing the words of the God of Light, word by word, including every word, tone, expression, etc. of every sentence.

The God of Light is very familiar with himself.

The God of Light seems to have been witnessing what he did.

The God of Light is not optimistic about himself, more so than ever before.

Thinking of the system of the heavens and ten thousand realms, Xi Tong originally thought that what he had done was good enough, that it was good enough, that there would be no one before or after.

But the God of Light didn't notice this at all, or he didn't care.

Just like the crispness when he retreated from the body.

The gains and losses he is fighting for are no longer money, land, resources, or population.

It's something that is beyond comprehension.

What he is fighting for is not a breath, a momentary breath, in order to achieve his goal, he can wait endlessly for opportunities.

as if……

He must be able to wait.

seem……

He already has the odds.

Although I don't admit it, the feeling of facing the God of Light is like playing the Landlord for a dollar with the God of Wealth.

Winning or losing is irrelevant and insignificant to the God of Wealth, and even the speed of losing money is far behind the speed of making money.

But for Xitong, this is today's cigarette money, meal money, and money for recharging starting coins.

Thinking of this, Xi Tong couldn't help but look up to the sky.

God of Light, what height is he at?
(End of this chapter)