The teenager in the book is the most open.

[Fundamentally speaking, only when we think independently can we truly have truth and life. Because they are the only things that we have repeatedly understood. The thoughts of others are like the scraps on the table of others, like the clothes removed by strangers.

[Facts have proved that individuals don't care about whether they are truly free at all, nor do they ask for more content from themselves, and the inertia of life makes them a kind of genetic life that is passively accepted, so is the definition of the so-called "revolutionary soil" sublime or the interests of seeing the wind and rudder......]

The Black Sharier began to explore the buildings around the sundials, feeling their legacy and pouring out their desires, as they flickered and darkened, and their tone gradually became heavy:

"[I] am the only person responsible for my own safety, so any transfer of supreme power is foolish. I once passed by an extremely repressive civilization that grew up on the wrong path:

"As we all know, rights cannot be distributed, so the act of collective responsibility will evolve into the oppression of individual rights, I can't compete with this hive thinking, and I chose to leave quickly, but no matter what, it left a deep imprint on me.

"Fractals are wonderful, [God's fingerprint: z=z2+c], sometimes when you try your best to come to the end, you find that what you really can't understand is the process, and the end, the starting point, is something so simple that you can get it at your fingertips.

"The universe is so simple, the line between two points is the shortest, but this straight line is so complex in my eyes that I can't even construct its appearance, absurd to beautiful, terrible to suffocating, this is my great mother, I love it deeply.

"The cone of light is fate, time and space cannot be divided, so the telescope is also a [telescope], if you are bored, you should look at the galaxy, if you are linguistic enough, you should be able to hear the magnificent history they tell, this is the perfect story to read.

"Rest assured, if you have a pure heart, you can understand our language, so please continue to listen:

"We see fate, which gives birth to the necessity of existence from non-existence, and unfolds endlessly, and how should I view my own ephemera-like short life, and civilization that is constantly struggling in nothingness?

"I am a thinking reed, blown down on both sides by the wind in an endless hollow. The creation of the collective corona is the trace left by [us = civilization], latecomers, I don't know what you can read, but hopefully, time has given us the last tenderness, just like a giant breaking a flower and placing it in front of the barren grave of [us = civilization]. ”

Meteor showers streak across the sky, just like when you first saw them.

Heisha felt that his breathing was about to stop, his heart was beating wildly, and he fell into an unknown excitement, and his steps were solemnly marching in a dark gray world, if it weren't for his strong self-control, maybe the whole person would fall into shock and epilepsy.

It has something to do with himself: This relic is definitely inextricably linked to the black evil, and he is very sure that this is a kind of induction in the bloodline, but he doesn't know where to start.

Along the way, the shrimp tribe has too many secrets buried, and they can't know what happened thousands of years ago, so how can they explore the present?

Just listening to the chanting in his ears, the heavy sense of history was buried at once, and Heisha didn't know what to say, and what posture he should come here, but at this moment, Jin Zun in the sea of his knowledge opened his eyes:

"Civilization."

He spat out two words.

It seems to be an acknowledgment that there is a lot of praise to think.

Laughing to death, some beings know that throwing garbage into space is like peeing around the womb, so as to declare: this is my territory.

The shackles of civilization are limited to seven dimensions, because in the seven dimensions of the universe of possibilities, civilization has the ability to grasp the singularity and restart the universe:

This brings us to free will and free desire.

Free desire is to do what I want, but in essence it is still a choice, because you can only filter what you know, but free will is not to do what you want not to do, and doing subtraction can give up the yearning of genes in the low-level desire, so as to get the evolution of the life level.

The seventh dimension is also the same truth, if you are always swayed by emotions, then it means that you are not strong enough to override emotions, but are influenced by them, and are "fighting" against them:

It's like a magic weapon, the most secondary, can only amplify your ability, a higher level of rules, you are invincible, but in the final analysis, these are still in the "competition", belonging to a level, the same level, so the real power is to let the other party bow their heads, that is, "for my use"!

Yes, I allow my emotions to exist, I allow my fears, frustrations, depression, hesitation, all the negative emotions are also me, they are intertwined with the positive emotions, they are inseparable, and this is what the strong have in common.

Why do you fall into an emotional slump?

Because the killer of time is chasing you, bewitching you, and luring you to fall, the methods you choose to use against it will be reflected on yourself little by little, and the triple realm of "seeing the mountain as the mountain and the water as the water" also applies here.

The black evil is the strongest, he and the white evil are the masters of their own destiny, and they are the highest authority commanders in this game, the material "power" can be slowly accumulated, but the spiritual "power" is not handled properly, and the "virtue is not matched", the energy will riot and backlash.

The law of this world is the fairest, when the energy you have exceeds the sum of the two comprehensive forces of internal and external, it will be uncontrollable, so a prosperous family falls into a split, often because the ability of the person dies, and the ability of the successor cannot maintain the network of relationships.

Heisha knows very well where the root of his strength comes from, not the realm, nor the weight of the shrimp clan, but the importance of himself in the heart of the main writer, if he can be replaced, then it will not be himself who is standing here now, on the contrary, as long as its structure is applicable, the tide rises, then where to stand in the future, there is no need to care about the so-called rationality.

Civilization is the mirror of the universe, it is the way to understand itself, and so is the black evil, as the life in the Tianyi script, he is also the way for the other party to constantly examine and understand himself, and to fade away those noises and distractions, the reader quietly uses time to condense himself, perhaps this is also the reason why he is still insisting on it now.

People have to be a little obsessed, this breath is gone, but they won't live long.

Against the backdrop of the pale blue light, Heisha continued to observe the messy stone wall in front of him:

There is no unbreakable fate, only the shackles that the slack boy puts on himself after being defeated, thinking is free, any attempt to erase free will and possibility is a heinous crime, and people who fall into a mindset are like plastic trees, no matter how tall they look, they are just vain and cannot continue to survive in a world of changes like a torrent.

When we came to the collective sundial, the hour and minute hands formed an angle, and the symbol, about half past seven, was indicated.

The black demon was silent for a long time, and did not come forward to touch these buildings, his heart was very complicated.

The scale of the building complex is very large, and in the process, the light blue crystal nucleus constantly absorbs energy, echoing with the sundial, but the young man in black is rarely so rare that he does not pay attention to these, but constantly perceives the atmosphere brought to him by this ruin civilization.

The crowd watching the live broadcast was very silent, although it was far away, but many shrimp people also guessed that the traces here may have been left by their ancestors, there is no reason, it is a cordial call engraved in the genes.

History, that's how amazing it is, obviously there is no support, just a pale text, but reading them will bring immersive mystery.

Yes, books are alive, words are alive.

As long as written descriptions remain, then civilization will be immortal.

Jin Yuan's intervention in the world island civilization is becoming less and less, just like a storm gathered in a sedimentary cloud, and she is also curious about what kind of surprises this chaotic system can bring to herself, at this moment, aspiring beings are shaping their own civilization:

A collective created by individuals, a world island civilization that can be recognized by all citizens of the world island.

Life is always bringing endless surprises, even if Jin Yuan is so indifferent, but looking at these jumping lives in her hands, running for a common value that has not yet formed a core, she will also feel a little interesting, and at the same time, she is also waiting for that free soul, what kind of vitality will be injected into this marble universe.

The light blue crystal nucleus slowly levitated, and Heisha was still holding it at first, but when he got to the back, he still chose to let go, compared to the little plan in his heart that he didn't know what it was, he was more willing to believe in miracles.

The blue halo swirled in the gray cobweb-woven jungle, and the orange-red light bursting from the sundial gradually intensified, until finally it was so cloudy that it could not be penetrated, as if it felt its strong radiation, and the surrounding buildings were renewed, light and shadow were constantly intertwined, and the black demon was dressed in a cramped black robe, which was full of traces left by the previous battle.

Orange-red and indigo began to attract each other, and then, the corrosive machinery and the remaining blue crystal nuclei that Heisha had seen before were all attracted, and the orange-yellow light gradually became grand, and Heisha saw the surroundings more and more clearly, and at the same time, where his vision was blocked, four pure black doors appeared.

"It's a long corridor, except for the old city walls, there are only some broken courtyards, maybe I'll like it here, but it's too eerie, I always think of bad things, but I can't say I hate it, hey, it's so tangled, why should I make such a choice?

"No, no, it doesn't seem to like it, and it forcibly traps me here. - No, if I liked it, I wouldn't have thought about leaving......"