Qianzhou returned downstairs, and soon a maid called hot water.

After taking a comfortable bath and washing away the dust and exhaustion, Qianzhou lay on the bed.

Recalling today's playful discussion with Rhubarb, Qianzhou squinted.

This is the first time that Qianzhou has fought against a high-ranking fantasy species, whether it is the use of essentia or the grasp of fighters, Rhubarb is stronger than most of Qianzhou's previous opponents.

And what Qianzhou envied the most was the knowledge and ability inherited in the fantasy bloodline—this was something more precious than the fantasy bloodline itself.

Knowledge is priceless – a saying that holds no further in the world of the transcendent.

The strong are not necessarily knowledgeable, but the wise and learned are not weak.

You know, omniscience is almost omnipotent.

Among other things, a complete ladder of transcendence is priceless knowledge in itself.

And with the changes of the present world again and again, and the disasters again and again, countless precious histories and inheritances have inevitably sunk into the abyss. This is also why, knowing the danger and horror of the abyss, there are still countless transcendent moths thrown into it like fire.

"That's nice. Qianzhou lay on the bed and muttered to himself, "I also want to have this kind of skill tree that can be lit up by leveling up, or a system that can send me skills with a 'ding'." ”

Of course, Qianzhou is just thinking about it, if there is really a system in his mind, then it is a truly terrifying thing.

As an author, Qianzhou is well aware of the dangers of this world, and it is normal for something unseemly to disguise as a system.

It is important to know that every gift of God is secretly priced in the past.

Emptying the messy thoughts in his mind, the fatigue of running around in the white desert for several days suddenly welled up, and Qianzhou quickly fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept in a daze, and in a trance, Qianzhou subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

No, why do I seem to stand up?

Qianzhou's eyes were closed, his brain was not fully awake, but he was already vaguely aware that he seemed to be standing.

I don't have a problem with sleepwalking.

Qianzhou, who was sleepy, barely opened his right eye, and he seemed to be on the street safely.

It was still night, and there were blue-gray stone houses on both sides, and the windows were dim, and it seemed that the owner should not have woken up yet.

The soles of the feet are fluffy and clean white sand, flat and neat, without any footprints.

Frowning, Qianzhou closed his right eye and opened his left eye.

Huh? Qianzhou suddenly came to his senses.

After opening his left eye, Qianzhou saw a completely different world from just now!

It's still on the streets of Enron, but this Enron seems to have been washed away by thousands of years of time - almost all the houses that were originally neatly arranged have collapsed, and most of them have been buried in the snow-white sand, and the irregular stones are scattered all over the ground, and the traces of weathering can be clearly seen.

"What's going on?" Chishu opened both eyes at the same time.

In an instant, the world was split in two in Qianzhou's eyes.

It's like watching a contrasted documentary, but the same place is a different scene.

One side is thriving and well-organized, and it seems like just a thriving city going into the night. It seems that as soon as the sun rises, the sleeping people in it will wake up and start their day noisily.

On the other side, it is desolate and fragmented, with crumbling buildings and weathered rubble. The merciless wind and sand blew like this, vowing to bury the last traces of the city and sweep it into the dustpan of history.

It was as if walking on the edge of the overlap of two worlds, and the absurd act of observing two worlds at the same time put a tremendous pressure on Qianzhou's soul - like roasting it on a fire, or like driving an awl into the brain and stirring it violently.

Fortunately, because the foundation of Qianzhou is solid enough, this is still within the range of bearing.

Qianzhou furrowed his brows and stood in place and thought quietly.

I definitely don't have an innate ability like MONOCULUS. Similarly, one's own ladder of transcendence does not provide the relevant abilities. Then the problem can only be in the world itself.

Qianzhou subconsciously buttoned the fragment of the cuff, but felt empty.

What about my fragments?

I'm that big with a pen? I'm still here!

Ever since he left Luntai, out of caution, Qianzhou has always pinned the fragment to his cuff for easy access, and he won't take it off even when he sleeps. And now the fragment is missing right under his nose!

The fragment is not an ordinary transcendent item or miracle mark, and the relationship with the Thousand Boats is not as simple as a weapon.

Born from the remains of words written by the novelist himself, the fragment is the essence of the quenching flame and the story that has yet to be told. That's why the Thousand Boats are named after the "fragments".

And this self-consistent world, this story that runs throughout, is the crystallization of the hard work and soul of the teenager.

In other words, the fragment is an extension of the limbs of the Thousand Boats, a part of the soul. Even the Kingdom could not have taken the fragments away without a word.

"With the fact that I was still sleeping before the combination, it was obvious that this should be a dream-like place, but definitely more than just a dream!" After thinking about it, Qianzhou came to a conclusion.

Enduring the pain of his soul, Qianzhou stretched out his left hand and touched a piece of rubble.

The surface of the stone has become so soft that with a little force on your hands you can rub a lot of rubble off - it looks like it has weathered over a long period of time.

Then, Qianzhou stretched out his right hand to touch the same place. But no sooner had his right hand been stretched out than he was blocked by an invisible barrier—not blocked, to be exact, but touching the intact walls of another world.

It's still stone, but this time it's smooth and smooth to the touch.

"That's interesting. "Qianzhou is interested.

Qianzhou then repeated several similar experiments, and finally came to the conclusion that his body seemed to be divided in two in a sense. The right half can only touch the intact world, while the left half belongs to the world full of ruins and fractures.

At least when Qianzhou's eyes were open at the same time.

Qianzhou can't tell the difference now, is he standing at the junction of the two worlds, or is it because of himself that the two worlds will have an intersection?

"Since I can't do it with both eyes open, what if I close one eye?"

Qianzhou closed his right eye, and the juxtaposed worlds were immediately one less from Qianzhou's eyes, and the pain in his soul was relieved.

Qianzhou stretched out his right hand again, and this time it touched the stone smoothly.

Instead of trying to do anything like "close your right eye first, put your right hand over, and open both eyes at the same time to see if you can cut off your right hand", Chishu felt that something bad might happen to him if he did that.

Perhaps the fallacy of logic and rules will cause these two closely connected but different worlds to collapse together?

Or maybe the rules of the two worlds will fix each other and make this bug over?

Qianzhou made a conjecture in his mind, but after all, he still didn't choose to die.

Attaching the [Dragon Scale Cloak] to his body, Qianzhou closed his right eye and began to explore the broken city.

After walking through several blocks and stepping on the wreckage scattered everywhere, Qianshu finally discovered the strangeness of this place.