- Boom

There was a loud roar, accompanied by a dazzling red light, and in the midst of the vibration, the monstrous waves rolled and roared from afar.

Madara didn't even glance at the waves that covered the sky and the sun, pinched the chess pieces and snapped them on the chessboard, and said coldly to the pillars: "It's your turn." ”

The pillar helplessly glanced at the huge movement caused by the spot, carrying a thick worry in his heart, and set his eyes on the chessboard.

He tried to persuade Madara, but he couldn't, but if he disobeyed the other party, or ignored him, he was worried that it would make Madara bored, so he was reincarnated and left behind.

If he had first arrived, he might have wished Madara would do this, but at this moment, he was a little relieved.

It stands to reason that he is just a dead man, and he should not worry about the living.

But when things were once again in front of him like Hope City, he couldn't resolutely let go of everything and leave like he was in Hope City.

Is it because there is that good junior there?

When war comes, a great ancestor stands in the way, and those who are behind him may not be able to put everything down with peace of mind and pin trust and hope on it.

But when a very good junior stands up, the seniors behind him can put aside everything with peace of mind and do what they want without scruples!

What is the rationale for this? Pillar couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

After thinking about it, there was no better way, so Zhu Jian had no choice but to follow Madara's meaning, pinched a chess piece and dropped it gently.

Madara didn't know much about the complexities of Tsuruma's mind, and if he did, he might really be bored.

It was a pleasure for him to be forced to make a choice, but it shouldn't happen right now, especially after he said 'I'll let Tsuruma see the world he's shaped'.

Pillar should not have distrust of him, let alone question the promise he made as a person who is about to succeed, that is a kind of humiliation, a kind of belittlement.

Madara in a rage, and he didn't know what he could do, but fortunately, Madara couldn't see through the thoughts in Tsuruma's heart.

In the vault of Hope City

The black cavity slowly opened, and the interface walked out of it expressionlessly.

As soon as he entered the secret room, he sat on the spot with his eyes closed, and his mind sank into the sea of knowledge.

After this harvest, he had an intuition that his mental power was about to usher in a huge change.

This change may make him a creature that is completely incomprehensible.

This intuition is not a single conjecture, but an empty idea.

People with too strong mental power not only have extremely strong calculation ability, but also have a special feeling for the slightest trace of inexplicability in the underworld.

What's more, a strong man like him who has already touched the trajectory of fate, it is almost impossible for his intuition to be wrong.

Consciousness looked at the panel that had not been seen for a long time, and Jie put all the accumulated energy and all the qi into the spiritual power.

He was still familiar with the stinging pain of a split-brain, and his brain was a little hazy and his thinking was deadlocked.

But on the contrary, the perception became clearer and clearer, so clear that he could perceive almost every cell tremor, and even the formation of every molecular structure.

Slowly, as the sharp pain in his mind became more and more intense, the tips of his teeth began to slip, his body began to tremble, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in magma, from the outside to the inside, gradually burning.

Just when he couldn't bear to prepare for the out-of-body and avoid this feeling for a while, suddenly, like a pressure cooker explosion, a blast of bone-piercing tremors spread throughout his body.

The countless chaotic and misty gases that had accumulated in his mind erupted instantly as the wall of the pot shattered, shattering the entire sea of consciousness into pieces.

In the haze, I felt as if I was in the universe.

It was pitch black, deep, and silent, except for the countless stars around him, there was nothing, no breath, and no movement.

He was surrounded by the stars like a constant letter, unable to move, unable to speak, or hear anything, and could only use his own eyes to watch the seemingly slow, but extremely swift passage of time.

There are no thoughts or memories in his mind other than chaos, and he looks at the darkness motionless as if he doesn't know anything.

A glimmer of light suddenly emerged from the distant darkness, and rushed straight towards him in a flash.

It's an asteroid, a speeding asteroid that hits his small, strange star.

Seeing that the light was getting closer and closer, Jie's subconscious drive all the forces that could be mobilized in his mind rushed to the asteroid with a single breath.

A blink of blazing white brilliance lit up on the surface of the asteroid, followed by a bright bloom.

Everything around him was swallowed up by the light, just like a fiery white tungsten lamp with tens of thousands of watts suddenly lit up in a dim room, and the person who was stabbed in an instant could not see anything.

Light faster than the speed of light? How is this possible? Subconsciously, he was confused and couldn't remember anything, and this thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Without giving him time to think slowly, Bai Mang pierced into his body like an incomparably sharp sword, and then rushed out from behind him, illuminating the snow with the shadow that shrouded him.

The sharp pain came, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

What caught my eye was still the dim secret room, and he did not become a star motionlessly, but still maintained his previous indifferent posture, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

What happened before was like a dream, ethereal and confusing.

Suke didn't delve into why he dreamed of such a thing, but still lingered over and over again with the question of how light can exceed the speed of light.

This question seems to be extremely funny, and there is no sense of reality, but Suke frowned, clutched the flashing spot, racking his brain to think about it.

Because it's not about speed.

The most difficult thing for anything to cross is itself, or even not difficult, but it cannot be crossed at all, just as people can never lift themselves up on their own.

Because if you want to exert force, you must be forced, and if you want to be forced, you must have a bearing force, and no matter how empty and huge the energy is, you can't jump out of this point.

The same is true for this question, the light itself is the source point, and let the source point surpass itself, which is like throwing a ping-pong ball out and asking the ball how to surpass itself.

Jie stood in place, motionless and staring at the candle flame on the wall, his eyes stunned, as if there was endless brilliance shining.

How can a person lift himself up?

It's just a hundred and eighty pounds of objects, and he can easily throw himself out of outer space with one finger, but ............ It would be nice if the arm was not on his body, then there would be a chance to ..........

Is there no answer at all?

Mind eyes lit up, as if he suddenly understood something.

By the way, there is no answer per se.

If the light exceeds the light, then it is no longer light, and if a person can afford to lift a person, then he is also not a person.

No matter how strong a person's strength is, he will never be able to lift himself up, and the only way to do this is to borrow force, use a huge force to use a small force, or use a small force to pry a huge force.

Resist force with force, force with force, objects do not have force in the first place, they rotate and gallop, they are just prying some part of the force with their own strength, whether it is stars or planets, in fact, the essence of the universe is like this.

Thinking about it, I think about the scene of pulling the moon with brute force on the night I first came here.

He subconsciously dodged into space, surging spiritual power into a needle, and the void in front of him stabbed away.

In an instant, a pitch-black dot appeared, accompanied by a terrifying pressure that swept from all directions, and began to slowly spread and grow.

Seeing this, his eyes lit up, and his spiritual power swept by again.

A strange scene happened, the dot that was originally spreading and getting bigger, as if it was shrouded by an invisible position, causing exhaustion and silence, began to shrink again, and in the blink of an eye, it turned back into a small thing in the garden.

He grinned, showed a big smile, and muttered to himself: "It turns out that this is how the flow of time came about, manipulating time............. It's not that hard! ”