The House of Everything I Created

He took a deep look at Lin Yi and said slowly, "Then just wait, one day you will want to join us."

"This rotten world will one day be broken."

After saying that, Huang Mao Lin Feiyu stood up, turned around and walked outside.

He was like a ghost, passing through the wall silently, and disappeared outside in a few flashes.

Seeing Lin Feiyu's disappearing back, Shirley Sakuragong came to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside with a frown.

"The power of true life is truly amazing."

"I don't know when we will have a chance to gather our true destiny."

Lin Yi shook his head slightly when he heard this, "It all depends on your own abilities. I can't help you with matters of real fate."

"You can only rely on yourself to understand the eternal nature and construct your own true destiny."

"This is bound to be a very long process, and it all depends on individual ability."

Shirley Sakuramiya nodded upon hearing this, "Understood, we will do our best on our own."

Lin Yi's eyes fell on the sky outside, and a curiosity about the Doomsday Cult arose in his mind.

This organization seemed to be more than simple and knew some information that he didn't know.

"Reincarnation? It seems there is a lot of information hidden in it."

"It's really interesting that the mysterious space-time plane where the real life disappears, where the real life can actually change."

"It looks like the will of life itself has been revived."

"Why is the true life contaminated and turned into like that?"

"And if the polluted true life disappears behind the Blue Star, will it enter that hell-like place?"

"What does the Doomsday Religion's reincarnation mean?"

Each piece of information that was easy to understand filled Lin Yi's heart with excitement.

The unknown is always so fascinating, and the unknown can also arouse his interest.

"Now the time that my normal true life state can be maintained has been extended to 20 minutes, and there are more things I can do."

Another month passed in the blink of an eye.

This month, the whole world is quiet, and nothing seems to happen.

Lin Yi would study Sanye Kambi every day. His true destiny was very strange.

Use pain to stimulate the other person, and then study his true destiny, constantly analyzing the mystery of his true destiny.

There wasn't much progress in a month, it just allowed him to see the general outline of this true destiny.

True destiny is composed of approximately 81 eternal qualities, and countless principles constitute a perfect cycle of basic principles.

Finally, based on this basic cycle, True Life, this incredible power, was sublimated.

But the specific analysis will take time, at least 5 months.

However, he has discovered a lot of truths among these 81 eternal qualities.

It is similar to the eternal nature represented by the immortality.

This means that once some truths are similar, then some truths must exist at the same time.

These similar principles may be the true essence of these lives.

"So is that acceptable?"

"I need to find more true lives and find more truths similar to my six true lives."

"Then dismantle them, and finally compare them to find the true immortality principle, and then transform it into a new true life."

"Although the true life I have is very powerful, it does not mean absolute invincibility and perfection. There may be mistakes in it."

"With the same model, maybe I can find a true destiny similar to the infinite true destiny. Finally, through comparative analysis, I can find the truth that can constitute perfect infinite power."

"In other words, the most important resource in this world is life."

"Their existence is the basis for me to build the true destiny."

"But there's one thing I need to accomplish first."

"I want to try to build a perfect True Life, because I have never really built a True Life on my own, which is a huge loophole for me to build a True Life."

Thinking of this, Lin Yi gradually had a clear direction for the future.

Collect countless true lives, compare and select, and condense the true true life that belongs to you.

Lin Yi had mixed feelings about the "Foreign Spiritual Sutra" that took him through time travel.

This mysterious scripture paved the way for him, led him from humble beginnings to the present, and changed all his destiny.

But from the bottom of his heart, he was wary of this inexplicable power.

The existence of this thing always indicates one thing. This thing is man-made and not born.

Although he never understood why he owned this thing, he never thought that he was a proud man and that a huge pie would fall on him.

All of this must have its profound reasons.

But now, after having enough understanding of his true destiny, he has a new mental plan.

“Only things that are completely created by myself are truly mine.”

Lin Yi's eyes flashed with determination.

…

Jinglin Grand Theater is located in the center of Furong. It often holds various music and dramas and relies on various performances to maintain its operation.

Today, a musical is being held in the theater. The content is "Hamlet", a story of revenge, a century-old masterpiece.

The interior decoration of the hall is very grand. Although it is not magnificent, it is also majestic and solemn.

On the stage was a group of foreign actors, both men and women were very handsome and beautiful, and the whole performance was very exquisite, which made people extremely happy.

The soundtrack was magnificent, the actors' expressions were in place, and the lines were profound.

At this time, the scene had reached the last step, and Prince Hamlet stabbed the traitor who usurped his throne and killed his parents in the heart with a sword.

The music, lines, actions, and light and shadow effects added layer by layer to set off the atmosphere to the climax.

Finally, a sword pierced the traitor's chest, and the whole scene stopped abruptly, and the lights were dark.

As the lights came on again, all the actors stood in a row on the stage.

Then, the curtain of the stage slowly closed.

There was warm applause from the stage, and the lights in the field slowly lit up until the entire curtain was completely closed.

The audience slowly left their seats, but at this moment, a scream resounded throughout the theater.

"Ah, murder..."

A woman in a dress looked at the seat next to her with horror.

There, a man was pale, with blood slowly flowing from his chest, but there was no murder weapon on his chest.

The theater was in chaos, and the police soon sealed it off, and the body was quickly transported back to the police station.

…

Zhao Hongxia looked at the report on her desk, with a trace of solemnity on her face.

“What’s going on? There’s a new ghost story, and the troupe has been replaced?”