What Leah did, Chen Yan didn't know at all.

At this moment, he has entered a mysterious state. There was no body, no soul, only a lonely consciousness, wandering in the vast void. Realm after realm skimmed beneath his feet, then turned gray again. Short, instantaneous, and incomparably long.

Chen Yan can clearly see the rise and fall of each realm from birth to death. See civilizations rise from nothing, from glory to destruction. Countless lives, strong and weak, warriors, daughters, and babies. Animals, plants, all living beings, have walked through his eyes all their lives. The joy of newborn, the excitement of growth, the bitterness of hardship, the sorrow of death.

Every moment, Chen Yan can feel the feelings of these creatures, so clear, so long, and so inextricable. In this world, he seems to have become a high god, indifferent to everything, but lonely to bear the suffering and happiness of all beings. He couldn't confide in, he couldn't leave, he just watched silently, passing by......

This is the appearance of the otherworld......

Chen Yan thought silently and involuntarily continued to move forward.

He couldn't stop, and he didn't know what his purpose was. But he didn't feel bad. Because it's all real. At the very least, it has happened. Chen Yan knew that these were all things he had experienced in his previous life, but now he passed them on to himself in this way. Maybe it's not about power, but it's about 'him'...... Relate.

Far away, a demon was born, his father was ecstatic and gave him a glorious name, and his mother was gentle and amiable and fed him with a warm **. Then, as he grew up, he saw his father kill creatures of life, old men, women, and children as weak as he had been, and his gentle mother did not hesitate to rot the land with toxins in order to obtain land where the people could live. In the process, he clearly saw that his parents had lost their warm smiles and replaced them with hideousness and cruelty. The bloody fangs and cruel swinging of the knife made the young man fall into an ice cellar.

Then, this demon also became the same as his father and mother.

Generations, generations. Dead, come back to life.

Eventually, the demon fell, at the feet of a witcher. He didn't have anger, no sadness, just quietly closed his eyes. Because he knows that this is the cycle. A very ordinary cycle, but no one can get rid of it, that cycle is called nature.

In the void, Chen Yan's gaze stayed on the demon's body for a second before leaving, and then that realm gradually turned pale, aging, dying, and exploding.

It's ordinary, just like thousands of realms, and it also interprets the story of thousands of realms.

If it was in the past, Chen Yan would not have felt any surprises. Because the cycle of nature is like this, calm, cold, and full of the ups and downs of life. But this time, he stopped for the first time and involuntarily stopped. He felt that with the destruction of this realm, the entire Atlas seemed to be a little stronger.

Yes, only a little, one thousandth, one in ten thousand, one in a billion, and even a little bit of one trillion trillion.

Insignificant, insignificant. But it was so much that he couldn't ignore it.

Originally...... That's the value of the realm.

Chen Yan suddenly understood.

In this world, countless realms repeat the same story. And the meaning of life is not in life itself, but in the needs of the other world. The emergence, growth, and destruction of each realm will bring a certain amount of thought power. And the joys, fears, sorrows, and despairs of those lives are the hotbeds of the power of thought. Their appearance is not without context, and its root is the foundation of the existence of the other world.

In other words, these countless realms, the countless civilizations born within them, the countless countless lives, are the 'domestic animals' raised in the other world, which must maintain its existence or grow by devouring the by-products derived from these domestic animals. And this by-product...... It's the power of thought.

So...... Are you so weak now? Chen Yan thought.

No matter how large the Atlas is and how complex the system is, it is essentially 'closed'. Because it is the projection of the main material world. Everything about it comes from the mind of the main material world. Perhaps in order to exist, it has also carved out its own 'pasture'. But the power of closed minds is pale after all. Even if it scales infinitely, the feedback will only get poorer and poorer in the end.

And the lack of faith in the main material world has sounded its death knell.

The more ignorant the life, the more it will pin itself on ethereal things.

Chen Yan felt this passage more and more deeply. It is also clear that if he doesn't make any changes, then whether this otherworld can survive another thousand years is an outlier. And the deep realm, which also exists with the Otherworld, is no exception. That's why in his previous life, the suffocating powerful 'Rayser', would do such an unreasonable thing.

Maybe that was his own will, but who can say that this so-called 'me' has no involvement from the other world and the deep world?

After all...... An unsolvable loop......

Chen Yan closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't need to read it anymore, because he knew that this was the most important message that his previous life had left him. Compared to this information, those seeds of power, unlimited resources, are almost dispensable. And if he can't solve the problem caused by this information, no matter how hard he tries, he will not get rid of the manipulation of the other world, and will only carry on again and again, and the cycle will never end.

For the Atlas, time is fixed and infinite......

"Original...... I'm just a moth in that net......"

On the peak of the mysterious realm, the corners of Chen Yan's mouth suddenly revealed a wry smile, and then he opened his eyes.

In an instant, unimaginable power descended on his body, his cells. His will, his soul. Every inch of pores and spirit glows with endless energy. It's as if he can dominate living beings with a wave of his hand, and destroy the realm with a single stamping of his foot. The legacy left by his previous life was completely returned to his body, allowing him to touch the level of his previous life again, the omnipotent, almost invincible power.

However, there was no joy on Chen Yan's face. Instead, there was a faint hint of concern.

He came back, but it was better not to come back.

He's figured out how to get out of it all...... But it's better not to know.

Why, fate always likes to joke again and again? Bringing the end to the beginning? From the beginning to the end?

Is it just because it's supreme?