When a creature with space as the main axis, when he is still at a certain point in space, although he is immobile in terms of spatial axis, his time is still fluid, and the longer he is fixed in the spatial position, the more time he flows.

Then, on the other hand, for creatures with time as the main axis, when they are not moving in a certain position in time, space should still be constantly expanding and flowing!

In other words, although this realm of death is fixed at a certain position in the timeline, the space where it is located is constantly expanding, and the longer it stays, the larger the spatial scope.

I don't know how long this realm of death has been here, and the scope of space is probably beyond imagination!

This is a question that neither the Institute of Time nor Wizard Badler has mentioned.

You can only realize this if you are in the middle of it.

After all, it is too difficult for a space-based creature to imagine the changes in the main axis of time.

On this day, instead of moving forward, I stayed where I was, and made marks on nearly a hundred trees around me, and then stared at the marked trees.

Sitting in one position is extremely boring in itself, and you can't see any clear changes when you keep staring at the trees.

I decided to take a break.

These days, I've been moving forward without stopping or sleeping.

For a wizard like me, even if I walk for another month without sleep, sleep, or rest, it is no problem.

Some people say that the white-robed wizard with gold edges has broken away from humanity in the pure conceptual sense, and is more like a kind of superhuman.

I don't know if this is true, but compared to ordinary humans, wizards are undoubtedly superhumans, and even the lowest-level wizard apprentices, when they learn their first spell, they are already clearly separated from ordinary humans.

There has always been a radical tendency in the wizard world to believe that wizards are the future of human development, and there are many people who want to establish a country or even a planet ruled by wizards.

I have to say that this is a very creative idea, but they all ignore one thing. Governing a country is not as simple as learning spells, and a good wizard cannot be a good manager because he has put too much energy into the study and research of spells.

Wizards rule the country, you can only think about it.

In fact, we should learn from Milican that all wizarding groups have shrunk into the background, and only send agents to collude with various capital groups to exert influence on the White House and Capitol Hill, guide policy behavior, and seek their own interests.

Although the current Millican is a mortal country on the surface, in fact, the wizards here are the real rulers, and those bigwigs who have come to the fore, whether it is economic or political, are just puppets pushed by them.

I've always envied Millican's fellow wizards, but I can't envy this kind of thing, Milligen is said to have a super powerful wizard who rules everyone, and there is no such wizard in Europe, just like a country, there are countless wizarding organizations large and small, no one is convinced, and trivial things can be beaten to the head and blood.

I pitched up my tent and slept.

No change in time is felt here, and all time-counting instruments, including mechanical watches, are all stationary, not to mention the difference between day and night.

There is no day, no darkness, only eternal twilight.

The half-round red sun hanging at the end of the western line of sight did not rise or fall, as if someone had glued it there.

This sleep just feels like a long sleep, but the quality of sleep is not good at all.

Especially since I also had a dream.

In my dreams, there was a blood-red eye that kept staring at me, full of malice and hunger, as if looking at a plate of delicious food.

I was terrified.

After becoming a Phnom Penh wizard, I was so strong that I forgot the feeling of fear.

Nothing has scared me for a long, long time.

But this time, I felt fear in my dreams.

That eye kept staring at me, not moving.

But I know that the reason it doesn't move is because it's already on me.

When the predator hunts for its prey, it will patiently lurk and wait for the right moment, and when the time comes, the predator will jump up and launch a killing attack.

The owner of the blood-red eye had already set his sights on me, and was in a hunting stance, ready to pounce on me and eat me when the time came.

So what is this opportunity?

I woke up from my dream, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I could still see the red eyes.

This should not be a dream, or rather, it is not an ordinary dream.

That red eye should be real.

It's a predator on the timeline!

It's just that as a space-axis creature, even though I entered the world of the timeline, I still can't see the creatures on the timeline.

That's why the world is so quiet.

It's not that there aren't creatures here, it's just that I can't see them, they should be able to see me, maybe it's close, but I can't see it.

The predators have their sights on me, but they don't go out without certainty.

It's waiting for an opportunity.

If I want to get out of here alive, I must not give it a chance!

I checked the trees around me.

The results were unsurprising.

There is not a single mark on the trees that look similar.

I chose the direction I had come from and walked back.

After walking about 50 meters, I saw the sign I had made before.

The sign looked new, not much changed, but it had shifted more than fifty meters for no apparent reason, and the original position was all occupied by new trees that looked indistinguishable.

These new trees don't grow, they pop up.

I don't think I could have found out about this even if I didn't sleep.

I hadn't slept before, and I kept going, but I didn't notice any change here.

The grass and trees around me change every once in a while, and it is impossible to tell where they are coming from.

As a living creature on the axis of space, it is impossible to observe subtle changes in the time axis.

And subtle changes are often fatal.

In that case, I don't think I'm the opponent of the predator, because I can't see it at all except dreaming, and even if I see it when I dream, I don't have any way to deal with it, I'm not the kind of dream mage who specializes in cultivation, and I can't cast any spells in my dreams.

Now I'm in a dilemma.

If I keep going, I'll probably never find my target, but if I retreat right here, I'm sure I'll return to the border, but I don't want to suffer the ridicule that comes with it.

(End of chapter)