Myriad Paths

Li Qi raised his hand and pulled Lucky out of the high-dimensional space.

He quietly watched Lachi's life and everything about the entire Manifold Tribe, all of which he saw.

Lucky is not a happy manifold.

His whole life was wasted on vain things.

He seemed to be controlled by his own fantasy and forced into a new and strange situation. It was as if his spirit had left his body uncontrollably and wandered around, looking for a place to stay, but he had been searching to no avail. Take refuge.

However, he is actually happy.

Because, in this other distant land, he finally entered a body and, to use a cliché term, found his home here.

He was fortunate enough to meet a great transcendent being who at least told him what he was pursuing throughout his life.

Let him know that he has got what he is looking for, at least part of it.

He could say that he died with no regrets. He created a world and saw how beautiful his creation was. Then, in a mood of pride and contempt, he hid the world and did not tell any other manifolds. , even if it will cost him his earthly reputation.

Lucky's lifelong wish was to leave a name, but now he takes the initiative to lock the brand new world he discovered in his mind, disdainful to tell other vulgar people.

Because that was in the past, he wanted more, something newer.

He lived to an age that ordinary people could not imagine. At this age, most people have already fallen into the groove of life, but Lucky abandoned everything without hesitation and set off to the ends of the earth to a new world.

When being dragged away by the unknown being, he stared confusedly at the high-energy area that gradually disappeared and could never be seen again. Li Qi noticed his feelings. Obviously, this behavior contained some kind of heroic spirit. , there is fearless courage in his soul and thoughts.

Lucky was obsessed. He eagerly wanted to create something that had never been seen before, or to see something that had never been seen before. This passion made him unable to rest for a moment, and he was always in a state of excitement.

This passion drove him to devote his life, to abandon everything, and to run around without ever having a moment of peace.

He seemed to be a pilgrim on a lifelong journey, forever yearning for a holy place, and the thoughts that occupied his heart showed no mercy to him.

There are people in the world who are eager to find the truth, and their demands are so strong that in order to achieve this goal, they will not hesitate to completely overturn their lives and even everything in their lives.

Lucky is such a person. For people like him, many manifolds feel pity from the bottom of their hearts.

How pitiful, he lost everything and gained nothing in the end. All he gained was some self-satisfaction and some sad conclusions that could not be applied to reality.

Yes, it cannot be applied to reality. These conclusions may seem profound, but they cannot be transformed into magic or magical powers to transform the world, because the information Li Qi gave him cannot be applied in high-dimensional space at all, and he himself cannot transform it. So those actually mean nothing to him.

So Lucky would look confused, even though he understood that it was something extraordinary, that it was a different world, but he just couldn't translate it into reality.

They were meaningless drawings, formulas that couldn't be translated into reality,

He was an idle lazy man who would rather sit there and wait for death than earn money for his own food. But who could have known that one day, ninety thousand generations later, the whole world would recognize him as a great genius? He even broke through the limit of lifespan and brought good news to all manifold tribes.

Frankly speaking, many manifolds don't like him and don't have a good impression of him. However, after the appearance of the life-extending spell, everyone had to admit that the manifolds could not help but admire his courage of self-restraint, because they discovered that what Lachi endured was perhaps the most terrible thing. Terrible loneliness.

Loneliness that no one understands.

A tortured, fiery soul chasing something far greater than flesh and blood could imagine.

What they glimpsed from those ninety thousand generations of persistence was a passionate pursuit of something indescribable.

The other manifolds all had a strange feeling because of this. The Lucky they saw was just a shell. His real soul was tortured and unable to escape. He was struggling painfully in the world and could only be immersed in it. Only when you are in your own world can you get some relief.

But only Li Qi can understand that feeling.

That knowledge and 'Tao' aroused unanalyzable feelings in Lachi's heart.

He never thought of making any compromises or concessions. He lived in a remote shadow corner and never left it throughout his life. He had no requirements for other manifolds. He only asked them not to disturb him. He pursued his own goals wholeheartedly. , even though he himself didn’t understand what that goal was.

Because of the profoundness of Tao, speaking of "Tao" is something that language cannot express. Even the language of the manifold tribe cannot describe it.

Lucky tried to vaguely see some kind of Tao meaning from those tangible things, but he never found the answer throughout his life.

Because Li Qi's 'Tao' has been contrary to the strange time and space where the Manifold Clan is located from the very beginning. The time and space where the Manifold Clan is located is the anomaly that occurred when the Wutu sisters broke through, and it is not on the same road at all.

Therefore, he could only resort to looking for answers in the spirit.

This feeling was very strange. He obviously felt like he knew something, but he could only express it with very imperfect symbols. It was as if he had found something worth fighting for in the chaos of the universe and was clumsily trying to express it. Trace it.

Because of his clumsiness and incompetence, his soul was in great pain. No matter who he was, all he saw was a tortured soul struggling to find a means of expression.

He is trying his best to break free from some kind of power that binds him. He does not consider the real situation at all, because he wants to find something that he feels is significant under a bunch of unrelated and accidental phenomena. He seems to have caught it. The soul of the universe must be expressed.

All of this accumulated into Lucky's painful and unhappy life. Even he himself knew that he had actually fallen into a demonic state.

So, in the end, he chose to believe in an unknown existence, because maybe only in this way could he reach the other side.

Then, he saw——

Lucky saw it when he was caught.

That's... a great thing.

The 'Shadow' interferes with both the past and the future in ways far beyond what Lucky can comprehend.

The ‘Shadow’ is a terrifying existence that can even change its own past and progress.

The ‘shadow’ is the tyrant who realizes everything as a natural phenomenon.

In the dimensions that divide the universe vertically and horizontally, there is 'information' in various forms of existence. With this information as the center, concentric circles continue to spread like ripples, and the line segments extending from the center carry indescribable power.

Countless thoughts intertwined through the light curtain like ghosts, communicating with each other.

Eliminate and redefine.

Rewind and fast forward.

Reverse, untie, connect, tear apart.

Overwhelming ability to understand everything and solve everything.

This is true even for superior things composed of laws that are inaccessible to the abilities of mortal beings.

However, Lucky noticed that ‘Shadow’ was not omnipotent.

On the way forward, there are other existences like "shadows" blocking his steps.

Yes, even a tyrant who achieves everything is not always able to move forward exactly as he wants.

And no matter what, they can't decide their own ideas exactly according to what they think.

This made Lucky realize...'Shadow' might be more lonely than he imagined.

After realizing this, Lucky was surprised to find that mysterious things whose essence could not be conveyed in words continued to scatter around him like fragments of a mirror.

He was exposed to the mysteries.

Then, Lucky suddenly felt free.

He felt a 'downward' force, and he hit the ground with a snap.

Lucky folded himself quickly, trying to find a safe dimension to hide himself in.

But he found that this place had no extra dimensions.

There are only three, just little three.

And, most surprisingly, there is only one dimension of time.

In other words, the time here is stable and does not appear 'relative' due to the influence of various things.

Wonderful, shocking.

Lucky couldn't fold and could only keep curling up, as if walking out of a small circle.

He was like an ant trapped in a death vortex of pheromones.

What kind of world is this?

Why is there stable three dimensions, and why is there stable time? If these are stabilized, doesn't it mean that high energy level regions will not be born naturally?

If high-energy areas don't come naturally, how did you get born?

The world has completely changed.

Lucky was horrified. Being unable to fold dimensions was like a human being unable to move his body. He felt a strong sense of restraint. A stable and continuous time and space. For him, he could fold himself into the Calabichus space anytime and anywhere. It's just too dull for a species.

However, he also discovered one thing, that is...

Low energy level spacetime.

Here, everything is the ultimate low-energy time and space, and everywhere is a 'shadow'.

So that’s it, is the original place of my life the abnormality?

Is the outside world made up of ‘shadows’?

Thinking about this, Lachi suddenly felt a familiar touch.

Ah, it’s the touch of ‘shadow’.

This made him feel at ease. At least the shadow still had the appearance of a manifold, just like a person floating in the darkness of the void of the universe. When he was terrified, a human phantom suddenly appeared next to him.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least it can give him basic comfort.

In this completely terrifying and chaotic world, there is a familiar form, which is really touching.

Lucky immediately said to ‘Shadow’: “So, where have I come?”

"You will know it right away, but before that, you need to know my name first. My name is 'Li Qi'." Li Qi said.

Then, Lucky's body began to fold uncontrollably.

He discovered that it was the 'Shadow'... No, it was Li Qi who was forcibly folding his body.

He folded the shape of the protein.

He folded what cells looked like.

He folded the optical receptors, he folded the eardrum, and he folded all kinds of tiny products.

These subtle products are actually very simple. For Lucky, this level of three-dimensional folding is as simple as raising a finger.

But all of this combined produced extraordinary results.

Thoughts deviating from the world hang in the air.

Lucky felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking up at an incomprehensible sight.

This is not a shot in fantasy, nor is it a view of a planet outside the earth.

It is neither a virtual space described by others nor a dream that I have had.

So what is this?

"If you want to know the name, I can tell you that this is 'World'. If you want to ask more, I suggest you go and see for yourself, use your own 'eyes' to see." Li Qi said.

"What are the eyes?" Lucky asked.

"You'll have it soon." Li Qi continued to fold Laqi's body, and soon, the human shape appeared in this high-dimensional manifold.

Moreover, this human form is still perfect and has the same physical properties.

The principle is also very simple.

The body of the manifold race is essentially a 'membrane'.

The protrusions of the 'membrane', which is a type of folding, are the manifestation of 'particles'.

Different protrusions will have different properties. Just like in chemistry, just the combination of two elements can give birth to a brand-new substance. This substance can have brand-new properties, from nutrition to toxicity. have.

The difference between potassium chloride and potassium cyanide comes from this.

Just the way of folding is different, and the physical properties will be different.

Then, as long as it does not involve high-level special substances containing "Tao Yun", then he can simulate all ordinary substances by folding.

He can completely imitate even magical powers, spells, and physical talents.

The folding of dimensions is so powerful, and it is also the basic ability of the manifold family, and every manifold family can master it.

It is a pity that the Manifold Clan can only leave that world and come to this world when they reach the seventh level. Otherwise, this world will be an energy level vacuum for them and will quickly drain all their vitality.

This world is too cold and too dark for the manifold tribe.

Only the manifolds who have learned to close the boundaries can survive here, that is, the seventh grade.

Lucky soon had a 'flesh body', albeit a simulated one.

Li Qi folded him into the appearance of a human race, so he changed from a transparent 'membrane' that did not disappear and reappeared, to a normal-looking human race.

During this folding process, Li Qi told him many things.

Then, Li Qi said to him: "Can you see me?"

Lucky immediately wanted to squirm again and fold himself to speak, but he immediately realized that he should use a new language now.

So, instead of folding his whole body, he simply folded his throat and tongue, then folded his lungs, compressed the air, and blew the folded vocal cords.

He 'said' something.

He said: "See...I've seen it."