As if attracted by the chaos of the world, time has restrained its hurried pace.

So, from the dust circulating in the air, to the clouds raging in the mist, to the red meteor in the sky, all of them were still, precipitating into the solidified colors in the painting.

Silently, the clouds were like a large piece of amber, turning the moment into eternity.

But this piece of amber still sinks into the abyss because of the gravitational pull of the Oblivion Corridor.

Qianzhou watched all this in amazement.

Although the body was still, the soul was lifted up from the shell, looking down on everything - something that should not have been, and which Qianzhou himself had not expected.

Qianzhou had long expected the power of natural disasters, which were the unstoppable power of mortals, not to mention that this world was the home of natural disasters.

But Faust just stood still in time like an understatement, and it still made Qianzhou tremble from the depths of his soul.

............

In the barbershop, Alexey took out a heavy book.

Is that really a book - the book is about half a meter long and more than thirty centimeters wide. The heavy shell is made of metal and the four corners are additionally reinforced. There is a long chain attached to the spine of the book, and there is no doubt that the owner of the book often used it as a murder weapon.

"Wow. Seeing the book, Tony let out an indeterminate exclamation.

Alexei glanced at him coldly and opened the book.

Then, Alexei Lang spoke:

"It is the intersection of existence and non-existence, the source of all things. ”

【Kingdom Singularity】

As a result, the singularity simulating the Big Bang suddenly appeared in the clouds.

The density, temperature, and curvature of space-time at this singularity are so great that the "amber" begins to crack.

But that was just the beginning, and then the universe crawled out of its swaddling clothes – and the Big Bang began.

An indescribable light overshadowed the vision of a thousand boats, and no mythical creation could compare it to it.

The four fundamental forces were separated in turn, and then simple matter began to emerge, and law and reason were intertwined to outline the universe as we know it.

In this short period of time, the history of the creation of the universe has been revisited!

Of course, this is nowhere near the real Big Bang, but it produces enough energy to break Faust's blockade of time. What's even more subtle is that these energies are deliberately directed at Faust.

Then, the crimson meteor smashed the curtain that shrouded the clouds and fell to the ground. With a clear phoenix chirping, the crimson wave swept through the clouds, burning the gray mist clean, revealing the bright moonlight.

After that, everything was calm again.

Seeing Faust's embarrassed appearance, Qianzhou whistled.

Faust's top hat flew nowhere, revealing unkempt gray hair. His staff was broken in two, and his clothes were covered with dust.

The well-groomed gentleman was a homeless man from nowhere.

However, Faust is more concerned with the ritual of connecting the Oblivion than with physical damage.

With the shattering of the blockade of the cloud capital, the impact of the [Singularity Theory] and the arrows, the ritual finally could not be maintained. The sinking of Yundu has stopped, and it has gradually returned to its original position under the corrective power of the present world, and the dragon veins have begun to slowly recover.

On the other hand, the ascent of the Forgotten Corridor cannot continue, and after a while, it will fall back into the depths of the abyss.

"That's it. Faust sighed, "It's still a long way from the present world, but it's barely enough. ”

"What are you going to do?" Qianshu stood up.

Faust stretched out his hand, and the black bookmark flew into his hand. Then He slit the girl's wrist and put a bookmark on it.

"Stop. "A thousand boats ran towards Aurora.

Faust grinned, showing his white teeth, "Have I ever bowed to fate?"

As if having drunk enough of the blood containing the Philosopher's Stone, a faint glimmer shimmered on the bookmark. Then the bookmark fell to the ground and smudged open like ink—the passage to the Forgotten Corridor opened!

The ancient and pale, distant but fragmented breath came from it, and the history converged into a long river, churning endlessly.

The forgotten fragments reappeared before the eyes of the world once again! Among them, Qianzhou seemed to feel that something he had forgotten was calling him.

Like stepping into a quagmire, Qianzhou followed the two and sank.

............

There are three deaths.

When the heart stops beating, the brain stops functioning, and the person dies physiologically.

The second time was at his funeral. When all his friends and relatives offered him flowers, the society declared that his life was erased.

It will be a long time before the last death. When all the people who remembered him died one after another, the memories of him faded into a blank, and all the traces he left behind were erased by time, then he died completely.

It's the same with history.

After history is completely "dead", the remnants left behind are stacked layer by layer, and together they build this forgotten corridor.

............

It's hard to describe the feeling, it's like falling from a great height, and it's like drifting in the deep ocean. The body and soul were pulled and squeezed by the invisible force, as if they had been thrown into a tenth-gear soybean milk machine.

I don't know how long it took, but Qianzhou opened his eyes.

The shattered earth floated wantonly in the air, jagged up and down, left and right, slicing through the white clouds. The river rushed to the heavens, like an inverted waterfall. The sun and moon hang in the sky at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. It's just that the former has been bitten by something, leaving a gap, while the latter is only half left.

Qianzhou stood up, surrounded by lush greenery, and all kinds of plants and trees could not be named—I don't know what era it was.

"What kind of kid are you, and how did you get here? An old voice came from behind Qianzhou.

Qianzhou turned around and saw a handsome young man sitting under the tree.

The boy was dressed in brown cloth, barefoot, and his long white hair hung down to the ground. The boy had his eyes closed, and he was leaning against the trunk of a tree with a wooden sign in his hand.

The tree on which the boy leaned was quite tall, but the branches and leaves were yellow, but the white flowers of the tree were bright.

The boy spoke a language that Qianzhou had never heard at all, but Qianzhou understood what he meant.

Language is nothing more than an external manifestation, and the essence is the use of essentia as a medium to convey thoughts – a fairly simple but practical technique.

"I'm looking for someone. Qianzhou replied.

"Did you find it?"

"Not yet. ”

"Do you want to find it?"

Qianzhou narrowed his eyes. In the distance, a pair of broad wings swept through the clouds, flapping an upside-down mountain range away.

"Yes, I agreed. ”

"Okay. The young man laughed, like a hundred flowers in spring, his eyes still tightly closed, "Since the agreement is made, it must be done." What's your name?"

Qianzhou paused and said, "Call me Wuling." ”

Suddenly, the wind blew the white flowers of a tree, and the surrounding scene was blown into a blur like a sand painting.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Qianzhou couldn't help but cover his face. Faintly, you can see the sun and moon falling, and the sky and the earth fading—the afterimage has begun to dissipate.

The young man rubbed the wooden card in his hand and smiled at Qianzhou: "You should go, the person you agreed with is still waiting for you." ”

Qianzhou just wanted to speak, but the wind was even worse, and he only heard the boy humming a song—no lyrics, warm and sad.

For a time, the flowers fell like rain.