My Wife is Tim

"Well, then take a good rest."

Tiamat looked at Annan's brows with a trace of indistinct tiredness, and sighed as if he couldn't help Annan, and his tone was quite doting.

She didn't hate Annan's behavior.

Except for not doing the last step, the two are old couples, and a little skin-to-skin relationship is normal. It would be better to say that Tiamat likes Annan.

At least, this way Tiamat can feel Annan's love for him.

As a woman, being loved by her man is a blessing, and Tiamat enjoys it.

She has been loved by all beings, and she wants to love all beings forever, and wants all beings to stay by her side forever.

This kind of love cannot be said to be wrong. Every mother has had such an idea, but it is difficult to achieve after all.

In the end, there is only one person who can accompany her forever.

Therefore, Tiamat no longer pursues the love of all beings, she now only needs one person to love her all the time.

In the face of eternal love that belongs to only one person, all living beings cannot compare with it.

Now, the relationship between the two is probably like this...

If your life comes to an end tomorrow, it will be enough for me to live until tomorrow; if you live for me today, I will live in the present too.

Live and die together forever.

In short, it would be nice to be by Annan's side. This is Tiamat's wish now.

While thinking about it, Tiamat subconsciously stretched out his fingers and gently fiddled with Annan's slightly messy hair.

"I said, Tiamat, don't you care about the result of my efforts just now?"

Annan couldn't do anything about Tiamat's daily hobby of playing with his hair, so he had to open up a topic.

He opened his palm, and a deep seed that was pitch-black like a black hole lay there quietly, like an eternal cosmic singularity.

"This thing... is somewhat similar to the Seed of the World Tree."

Annan took a closer look at the result after half-death, and then handed it to Tiamat.

"This is what Annan, you said, can replace the fantasy tree to maintain the Lost Belt?"

Tiamat asked curiously, feeling the tree species exuding emptiness and silence.

"Well, this is my principle of imitating the fantasy tree and imitating it with the power of imaginary numbers, although in the end, it is already two completely different things."

Annan looked at the pitch-black tree in Tiamat's hand, and a rather sad feeling filled his heart.

This thing should be the pinnacle of his work. All the experience, knowledge and skills he will have are integrated into it, and all aspects are perfect.

Before his strength breaks through, he may not be able to make such a work again.

Annan somewhat understands why some ancient art masters chose to seal the pen after completing their peak works.

Because after discovering that they can't make a more perfect work than this, anyone will be disheartened.

Having said that, the process of making this thing can also be called thrilling.

It took only a few minutes to make it, but Annan, who put all his heart into it, felt that a century had passed.

Firecrackers are not so exciting.

The feeling of rapid heartbeat even made Annan regain his youth running in the sunset.

"In short, this seed is, in a sense, my magic engraving."

Annan looked at the pitch-black seed that was connected to him like blood, and explained to Tiamat.

A magic engraving is a mysterious engraving that a magician spends his entire life training and immobilizing, and it is a legacy of magic.

As a seal used to pass on the results of the magician's research to the next generation, by carving it, the magician can pass on the research and magic that has been carried on from generation to generation to the successor.

This seed, made by Annan himself, was the embodiment of all his knowledge and achievements.

Therefore, this can be said to be a veritable magic engraving.

"The inside of the seed solidifies the mystery I hold, and seals all the imaginary magic and sixth magic in this world."

Annan's introduction made Tiamat exclaim, which greatly satisfied Annan's pretense mentality.

So he cleared his throat with a cough and continued talking.

"But apart from the function of magic engraving, it is actually more of a concept forged by me. How should I put it, this seed is actually the crystallization of the concept of "imaginary number", and it is a collection of axes. "

"In mathematical terms, this seed is the total set that unifies countless imaginary number axes. I remember that the set composed of all imaginary numbers is called the imaginary number set, which is recorded as I in mathematics, then this seed is this I. reflect."

"Of course, the mathematical language is too complicated to express. Let me explain it in simple words. This seed that integrates all the imaginary axes only symbolizes one meaning - everything!"

Annan said softly, the phantom of the seed reflected in his pupils, reflecting his ambition and arrogance.

Yes.

Trying to create everything in vain is a crazy fantasy.

"Of course, it can't do it now, after all, it's just a seed."

"However, the seed will grow into a towering tree one day."

An Nan's mouth was smiling, and his squinted eyes were sharp.

He believed that this seed of imaginary numbers would surpass the fantasy tree countless times.

Because, in Annan's vision, the seed of imaginary numbers will become the birthplace of all truths and laws after maturity, and time flows on the trunk of a tree, branching out into an infinite world like the crown of a tree.

"I believe that this seed has such a possibility. As for the name of the big tree, I think it can be called the tree of imaginary numbers directly."

Annan shrugged, then took the Seed of Imaginary Numbers from Tiamat and threw it into the Lostbelt of the Solar System.

"Of course, before that, let's just wait for it to sprout."

Chapter 160 Departure, to the new world!

"Okay, I planted the seed, and the rest depends on the creation of this imaginary seed."

Annan saw that after the tree seed was put in, a lot of the strange belt was stabilized, and he stretched his waist as if he was done.

To be honest, even Annan could not predict whether the seed of imaginary numbers that took a lot of energy to germinate.

Because, once this seed germinates and grows, it will have the possibility to rival or even surpass the root.

When the tree of imaginary numbers transcends the vortex of the root, Annan, the maker, will also transcend the root as a matter of course.

After all, this imaginary number seed is Annan's magic seal, and it can also be said to be a part of Annan.

but……

The goal of transcending the source can be understood without elaborating.

For ordinary magicians, the difficulty of reaching the root is enough to make him despair, let alone surpassing the root.

But it cannot be said that Annan has swelled.

Reclaiming Abzu's power from the depths of Mesopotamia, Annan was able to take his magic a step further.

Coupled with the fact that the root cause is continuous, Annan's strength is increasing every moment until it approaches the root cause.

In the end, Annan in complete form will be completely equal to the root, and he will be able to exert the power of the root under normal conditions, and there is no need to desperately explode the seeds.

But at the same time, Annan will also encounter the problems that all people who follow the roots will have.

Whether it is the two rituals or the Sajo Love Song, it is a state of completion from the moment of birth - born with omnipotence.

Maybe in the eyes of others, this is such a dream, but it is extremely cruel to the two rituals and the sandy love song.

Connected to the root, born omniscient and omnipotent, there is nothing more perfect...

But at the same time of perfection, it also means that they have lost all possibilities.

It is because they are born with everything that they cannot get anything.

The root, for the two rituals and the sandy love song, is more like a cage.

Although you can do anything in a cage, it doesn't make any sense.

Everything in this world is just a boring drama that can be seen through at a glance.

They already know everything, there is no further possibility.

The culmination of Xingyue is the root, and they who are connected to the root are born at the apex, punching UO and kicking Yuxing is not a problem, it is impossible to become more awesome.

So, how sad this is.

Born into a fixed shape, there is no growth at all, nothing can be obtained, and even living feels meaningless.

Annan has gradually approached this point.

As the top magician, his clairvoyance is enough to read everything in the past, present, and future, and he is almost omniscient.

And his own strength is infinitely close to that of the creator god, almost omnipotent.

He didn't want to become like the two rituals or Sajo Aiko when he got close to the root.

At that point, the root is a bondage for Annan.

Who wants to be bound for life?Go away from the source of garbage!

Gee.

Annan is an old scumbag.

She used to be called "Little Sweetie", but now she is called "Mrs. Niu". She kicked her away when it was useless, and typically put on her trousers and didn't recognize anyone.

Although the root is not human.

The topic is far off, let's get down to business.

It will take tens of billions of years to expect the seed of imaginary numbers to germinate and grow into a tree that surpasses its roots. Anyway, just throw it aside and wait.

I don't know if the Lost Belt was promoted to the world first, or the seed of imaginary numbers sprouted and took root first.

In short, wait and hope.

Annan thought very open-mindedly, then turned his head and said to Tiamat.

"The Lost News Belt has been set up, and there are no extra things to solve. Should we get down to business?"