There is no sunrise and sunset, no full moon and no moon in the cave, and you can't feel the change of cold and heat and the withering glory of all things in the cave, and the time here seems to be frozen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info water trickles down from the stone pillars overhead into the black underground river and then passes with the quiet flow of water, but if you want to use this as a method of timekeeping, you will definitely feel that time is fast and slow, and it has lost its meaning.

Perhaps because of this influence, Zhao Mai was unable to travel through time in the green dream. He can't travel back in time to see his father in Winterfell like Bran did, nor can he foresee the future like the Three-Eyed Raven. He is trapped in the present, a prisoner of the present. He simply could not find a barrier separating the present from the past and the future, let alone break through.

"Your blood has not flowed in this world, no wonder I couldn't see you before. There was some excitement in the three-eyed crow's voice, as he solved a question that had been bothering him for a long time: "You really came out of thin air! Here, you have no father and no mother." Just as a tree has no roots, it naturally has no past as a seed. That's how you can't see the past. ”

"Then why can't I see the future?" Zhao Mai said: "I don't need to have a child to see the future, right?"

"My blood comes from the ancestors, tracing the bloodline, all the ancestors are relatives. Although I do, I don't need to leave my biological children behind to reach the future. But without the past, there is no future. The Three-Eyed Raven said, "That's why you won't find the Primordial Alien." ”

"Is Bran going to follow the bloodline of the strange ghost in his body to find the strange ghost, will there be any danger?" Zhao Mai pointed to the three-eyed crow and said, "I warn you, he is still just a child. The stranger has angered me with the baby, and if you use Bran, I will eradicate you as well. ”

"I'm not going to do that. Bran is a direct descendant of mine, having the same name as me (Brandon Stark, nicknamed Bran), and I would only let him do it when he was ready and trained enough. It's just that I'm worried that the kid's talent will make him proud and make him try to cross the safety line. ”

"Then warn him in advance. Let him know the consequences and keep him alert. At this time, Zhao Mai suddenly thought of a question: "Although the root of my bloodline is not here, if I must find it, what will happen?"

"Nobody knows. The Three-Eyed Raven said, "But I reckon you're just doing it in vain." ”

Zhao Mai shook his head. He still remembered that Zhong Jianbai had said that the ability of the three-eyed crow might be used as a mechanism for traversing communication, and perhaps it was based on this. When he thought about it, he began experimenting, trying to get back to his parents. Then, it all happened.

He came to a new green vision, and this time, everything around him was dark, pure darkness, like a universe without stars, and there was no way back. There was no light or temperature in the universe, and a feeling of deathly loneliness came flooding up, surrounding him, and penetrating into his heart. He didn't need a warning from the Three-Eyed Crow, he knew that once he was frozen, he would really die here, floating alone forever.

"Little flower?!" Zhao Mai called, but there was no response. Usually she comes with her at this time. Zhao Mai looked around blindly, there was nothing in the absolute darkness, and he couldn't tell the direction at all. The heartbeat gradually slows down, and when it stops beating, the sense of time disappears.

"Darkness, darkness......" Zhao Mai muttered to himself: "Since there is no light, then I will illuminate here!"

He no longer suppressed the frequencies of the Force of Nature and began to transform into a white ball in his mental state. The transformation did not happen, but the light poured out of him and became a light in the universe.

Wherever the light went, shadowy images appeared, still changing. It's a bit like a movie projected on a water screen, but the brightness is so poor that you can't see it clearly. Zhao Mai continued to strengthen the natural force until the white light emitted by his body became dazzling, and now he finally saw it. It was not a picture, but a superposition of countless images. In each picture, he is himself, doing something different. He looked closely, but found that each one was not himself, there were always some slight gaps, and what they did did not seem to have been done by themselves, and the people they saw seemed to have never seen before.

Zhao Mai stretched out his hand and touched these pictures, and then he could hear the sound. Similar to him, but not identical, each one. There is his childhood, present and future, but none of it actually happened to him. At this time, he finally understood that this was himself in countless parallel worlds, a different self born in countless possibilities and choices.

"That's right, of course, it's yourself who has taken over your own blood recently. Zhao Mai looked around, but wherever his light could illuminate, it was his own picture, and he didn't know how many. He wanted to see if there was more farther away, and found himself able to move. Of course, it could also be that the images began to move, and he couldn't tell them strictly. But fortunately, with himself as a reference, he was finally able to move.

With light and energy, he finally stopped feeling cold, and his body gradually regained his vitality. He keeps speeding himself up, shuttling through a full-dome film made up of parallel himself, as if he had experienced his own life countless times. There is a clear illusion that slowly comes to my mind, as if what happened in the image really happened to me, and all the scenes in it are put in their shoes, and all the feelings in it are empathetic.

When this feeling came flooding back, he suddenly noticed something strange. You must know that all the surrounding images are moving at the same time as you move, and the pictures are relatively static between them. But Zhao Mai noticed that there was something that seemed to be out of sync in the distance, and it didn't move when the picture moved. It was the second point of reference he had found in space, and he flew towards it.

When he got closer, he found that it was a black stone slab, 1:4:9 in width and length, and the surface was not reflective or radiating, and it was absolutely dark. In the dark background, this kind of thing should not be visible at all in vision, but Zhao Mai could clearly feel it, as if something was calling.

He flew around the slab twice, not seeing anything strange until he touched the surface. The surface of the slate was as warm as jade, and for a moment he thought he had touched the water. A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the slate, and then the slate reflected Zhao Mai's figure, like a mirror.

It's not the first time Zhao Mai has looked in the mirror, but this time is the strangest. He scratched his head, then said hello to himself in the mirror. The shadow inside made the same movement, and then suddenly glowed and disappeared.

Countless spells appeared on the surface of the black stone slab, gushing out violently like an erupting volcano, and then spreading around like lava. These spells have no effect on Zhao Mai, Zhao Mai can grasp and pinch them at will, or he can penetrate the past according to his own mind. But the "movies" of the parallel world could not bear it. Whichever the charm's lava touches, the image disappears, melting in the lava.

"Nope. No. This seems to be a bad thing!" Zhao Mai wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stop it. After only a few breaths, there was no more pattern of parallel worlds, and in the end, only oneself remained, and after the spell lava disappeared, his own reflection reappeared in the black slate.

The slate vibrates, shrinking and thinning suddenly, and buttons and screens emerge from the surface. Just under Zhao Mai's surprised gaze, the slate turned into his mobile phone and flew into his hand. (To be continued.) )