The temple of the sleeping of the spectrum.

A figure slowly walked in.

"Ah......" seems to sigh, and it seems to sigh.

"We've ever had the most perfect work, and even time can't take it all away from you."

The figure slowly approached, and finally stopped in front of the throne of the Hour Spectrum, and did not continue to approach.

"You have gone through countless hardships, you have endured everything at one time, you have kept all your discouragement and madness to yourself, and you have dedicated yourself to this world, only to end up here in obscurity."

After saying that, he didn't get a response, and there was only a sigh in the end.

After a pause, he turned around and saw Wan Yi walking slowly.

"Shadow, this time, you're a doppelganger again? Or is it the ontology? The mysterious figure uncovered his coat and hat, and it was none other than Ressardine.

"Old fool, this time, is you missing again? Or is it the ontology? Wan Yi smiled and imitated his tone, and asked in turn.

"Huh." Resardine chuckled, "That's right, let's talk." Now, you're entitled to know a few things. I'm just as curious about you, but it's a pity that I didn't give much chance last time. ”

"You left the 'macro pole' here just to leave a passage that will not be affected by time and stay for a long time." Hearing this, Wan Yi was not polite and said directly.

"'Hongji' is also a treasure of the broken world, and in terms of qualifications alone, it can even replace the heavy responsibility of the time spectrum." Resardin reminisced.

"In the end, it can only be left for you to use as a dark move to mark the coordinates."

"Make the most of it." Ressadin replied simply.

Wan Yi looked up at the time spectrum on the throne: "What is the value of the 'self', and to be precise, what is the calamity of your plan that is the core of everything, and which retains reason?" ”

Ressadin pondered for a moment before saying, "The Root Land needs a bridge to completely spread its influence to the outside world, and this bridge can only be a scourge with sufficient qualifications. They can become multitude, and they can be unified and receive great enough favors to even become the spokesperson and writer of the mysterious place. ”

"Theater."

"Yes, it's a theater." Resardin bowed his head, and then looked at Wan Yi: "It took us a long time, and the four of us gathered almost all the resources of the Broken World at that time, before we could send the time spectrum there. But she didn't become a writer, and she couldn't even understand why everything there existed in theater. ”

"And you, as far as I know, seem to have been since you appeared in this world."

"No, I'm not ......" As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yi remembered that he had just revised the script of "Hongji", "Originally, it shouldn't be." ”

"I was also amazed when I found out that your foundational power had come from the shadows of the ego. It is as much like the shadow of a newborn individual, just like the existence of the 'grand pole', which is an incredible miracle. Ressadine's eyes were full of admiration for Wan Yi.

Then he shook his head slightly, and continued, "Until a few years ago, that is, before your appearance, I achieved a certain degree of free access to that theater through my activities in the Aetheric Sea. But I couldn't use the slightest bit of it. I am not a scourge, I cannot directly invoke the aetheric energy, and naturally I cannot be a concierge with it. You can't get in anymore after you show up. ”

"But on the other hand, I know a lot about it."

"You have written countless scripts, and unlike the temporary borrowing of the timebook, you really have the pen, the script of the root, and you are the writer."

Wan Yi blinked.

"You and Ressadin both mentioned the script, but I have never seen it, and I have only seen some scripts that were later lit and written by foreign objects. As for the pen, I don't have much control over it. ”

He didn't shy away from it and directly raised his doubts.

The person in front of him is probably the person in the Shattered World who knows the Aether Sea and even the mysterious theater best.

If you don't ask him, I'm afraid I'll never get a clue if I'm bored thinking.

Hearing this, Ressadin paced slowly, his eyes repeatedly glancing at Wan Yi.

Soon, he slowly stopped: "Perhaps, you ignored something, what should be by your side, but you ignored it and didn't notice it." ”

Well, Wan Yi felt that he might not have a clue either.

Ressardine: I think you are.

Wan Yi: It's different from what you said, I'm not.

Resardine: That's definitely your own problem, you definitely are.

Wan Yi: ?

.

If he really ignores something, but the people who are active in the theater every day are not Wan Yi himself, but the people in the play. They all have unique skills, and their ability to observe and perceive is better than anything, so why haven't they discovered it?

Resardine shook his head slightly, and said no more.

Wan Yi no longer dwelled on this problem, but said: "After Shi Pu failed to enter the theater at the beginning, you did not give up. At least your previous efforts have completed the results of sending outsiders into the theater. Next, you begin to hunt for the scourge in large numbers. ”

"We didn't mean to do that at first, we just wanted to find another way. At the same time, we worked for world peace, and the broken world at that time was still the soil of disasters. On one occasion, when we were fighting a calamity, we had no choice but to throw it into the Aetheric Sea, only to dissolve it easily. At the same time......"

As he spoke, Resardine's tone paused slightly.

At the same time, the dissolution of the calamity caused ripples in the Aetheric Sea. We began to harness the power of the Aether Sea, and as more and more calamities were poured into the Aether Sea, we unconsciously discovered that it had become turbulent. ”

"Along with this change, I was surprised to find that the connection between the Roots and the outside world has also become stronger."

"An invisible passage paved by the calamities has appeared silently."

When Wan Yi heard this, he was blessed to his soul and blurted out: "Is that 'channel' it?" ”

"The template for the scourge." Resadin was the first to give him the answer he wanted.

Although the calamities can be easily destroyed by the Aether Sea, at the same time, they are remembered by the Aether Sea.

Their memories of the outside world are dissolved in the Aetheric Sea.

It has become an invisible passage to the outside of the Aetheric Sea.

It's a departure from Ressardin's original vision, but it's a good breakthrough.

"By narrowing the distance and radiating the power of the Roots, we can also accomplish the original vision. No longer obsessed with theater, but look for another path. If you can't master the theater, then you can master the Aether Sea and use the great power of the red sea to mend the world. Let the time spectrum become the 'original ether'. ”

After being silent for a long time, Wan Yi said: "But you still failed." ”

"Yes." Ressatin didn't show any displeasure and admitted: "We, too, are still too taken for granted. ”

"Failing to truly understand the meaning of theater has ushered in failure. If the etheric sea is a blank sheet of paper, then the theater is the symbol of all stories. No story is written, just a blank sheet of paper, unable to carry the new world. ”

"Shipu is crushed by the weight of the new world, and no one can help her share the weight."

No matter how many powerful selves she used the theater to divide herself in order to improve her strength, at that moment, she couldn't save anything. The progress of the shattering of the world deepened, the time spectrum was torn apart, and finally returned to a corner of his heart and slept here. ”

After saying that, Ressadin was silent.

Wan Yi didn't speak, and the two looked at each other.

After pondering for a while, Resardine spoke again: "I wanted to get her back again and make her the writer, because now I probably have the qualifications." But since you've already existed, maybe I don't need to dwell on the past. ”

"Huh?"

"O shadow of me, lost writer, I, Resardine, as the 'original ether' of today, hereby invite you. Please join me in writing the story of the new world. ”

The majestic voice fell, and Wan Yi felt that Resardin alone was like a choir.

It's exciting.

But......

"I refuse."

Asking someone to cooperate without even calling him his name makes Wan Yi very unhappy.

(End of chapter)