"Your subject is always so nasty. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" shook his hand in a chic manner, and after finishing his previous movements, Fa Xiu let the comfortable mood fill his limbs again, and then, turning around, he turned his sharp gaze against the man's emotionless gaze, "Do you want to add something like physical abuse or soul torture to your appetite? This is what you call 'them' like to see? That's good, it's funny, but it won't happen, and it won't become a reality." You know this better than I do. Your so-called power will not affect me at all. ”

Fa Xiu lazily closed half of his eyes, shrugged his shoulders to make himself look lazy, and then, again, he brought up the sentence.

"Where's the main course? You projected the meaning of Southwell's Great Library, probably not to see the seemingly illogical joke between me and Leila, though if it were you, it might not be 'real'. ”

Fa Xiu's eyes opened with a "brush", and the sharp gaze that was enough to surpass all the sharp swords in the world and the power that could completely destroy all strong wills was finally unconcealed at this moment, finally.

This is a Dharma practice that walks through a violent wind that can tear apart a person's body in an instant.

This is the practice of walking through lightning that can instantly scorch a person.

This is a Dharma practice that walks through flames that can instantly burn people to ashes.

This is a practice that walks through deep water that can crush people in an instant.

-- He is a Dharma cultivator, a man who transcends time and space.

He has spoken to mere spiritual beings in the chaotic world of consciousness, he has listened to the lamentations of a shattered and crumbling world as it approaches annihilation, he has drunk with countless "world's strongest", and he has composed tragic and heroic epic progress with his mighty opponents whose words cannot describe.

As he walked by, all the things of the world quietly flowed before his eyes.

He walked by, printing his name in one historical book after another.

However, at some point, everything in front of him could no longer arouse his interest, and he could barely distinguish between reality and dreams due to one similar scene after another.

He lives, lives in the reality of everyone.

He lives, but only in his dreams.

Although he was surrounded by companions who had not left him since the beginning, a strong sense of loneliness still tormented him to the point of madness, as if such repeated scenes and repeated journeys had long lost their meaning.

He still didn't stop, even though travel had long since lost its original meaning.

He was still watching, watching the rise and fall of a vast empire, watching the fate of a man end in tragedy, the excited faces of children as they played, and the fragments of the old man's dying memories. He was watching, from the young shoots to the green leaves, from the short branches to the giant trees, the sun went round after round, or rose and fall, the trajectory of the moon and the sun were intertwined, sometimes one, sometimes double, sometimes three, the existence of the stars appeared like the wind, disappeared, and then appeared again, the green leaves turned into silt, the giant trees turned into dead wood, the country and the nation, the faith and the ideal, in the substitution of the truth, began again and again, and then, the "new" world. Different elements are combined seemingly randomly under different laws, different beginnings, different processes, but with the same end, the same new life. Here, some things disappear forever, while others become eternal.

Yes, he hadn't felt anything in a long time. Memory also seems to have chosen to forget, he forgot others, forgot himself, forgot the beginning, and forgot the ending.

Until that day.

-- But that's another story.

"Now you are as if you had just left, and you had the ability to leave Arufil, and the sharpness that seemed to cut through the barrier of the dimension was really a long time ago, and it was nostalgic. ”

- The word nostalgia came out of Tatimizia's mouth, and there was an indescribable creepy horror.

"However, my generation has never had any time to remember. The wheels never stopped. In Tatimizia's hand was a book, which he grasped tightly, as if by mistake it was about to disappear, "The origin of all worlds, the end of all stories." We, our generation, have been looking for the answer, the beginning and the end, or maybe we are just looking for a way to stop the wheels for a while. ”

He reached out his hand gripping the book.

"So, this is what you call the 'answer' and the 'method'? As an 'observer: A mysterious group of people who observe all the events that take place in the world, see below. 'You used to stick to such boring fantasies?'

Fa Xiujian raised his eyebrows, grabbed his palm in the void, and the book was already in his hand. His gaze swept over the side of the book, and the name seemed to be imprinted into his mind as if it were completely uncontrollable, not just a memory, and Fa Xiu even suspected that there was some kind of magic attached to the book, so that when he saw the name, it could actually leave a trace in his consciousness in a way that he couldn't stop.

"The answer, the method? maybe, who knows?" a disdainful expression appeared on Tatimizia's face, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I don't have anything to say anymore, that is, the point of my presence here is gone." However, it is not as a 'projection' that I am a 'human' and your 'friend' that I am still to give you some advice before leaving. ”

Perhaps struck by Tatimizia's admitting that he was his friend, Fashu shifted his gaze from the first page of the book he had just opened to the man, or more precisely, the projection of the man - in fact, no one could tell whether this being was a person or a projection.

"Advice??" The corners of Fa Xiu's mouth curved slightly, and his arrogant but absolutely confident smile was vividly displayed on the basis of his perfect face, "Even if I am down to this point, I don't need 'advice' from a guy like you. Would you really give someone a hint? would change 'history,' sort of, if it goes against the creed of you, you guys, right?"

-- In many stories there are people like them, people who are called "observers." They will appear behind almost all major events, but they will not be involved in any of them, they will just observe and record what is happening, and then, they will often "deliberately" leave a little trace for the fools who think they are smart to rack their brains.