Xiao Ran is a small businessman, he opened a grocery store in Lingjun City, he is kind, he gets along well with his neighbors, although the business is not big, but it is more than enough to feed his family, Xiao Ran thinks, just like that, happy and happy to live this life.

There has been a war outside, Xiping and Dongming are in full swing, Xiao Ran doesn't understand why those big people always like to go to war, it is said that a long, long time ago, there were nineteen countries in this world, but now, only Xiping and Dongming are left, and the rest are all in one war after another, and they are wiped out.

"No matter how those big people fight, we ordinary people will have to live, and my business will continue to be done, no matter how they fight. Xiao Ran was very disgusted with the war, because of the war, the government increased taxes again and again, and the profits of the business became thinner and thinner, but fortunately, it was not unbearable.

Xiao Ran only hoped that the war would stop soon, and this hope was soon realized.

Under the thunderous blow of the Dongming Kingdom, the Xiping Kingdom, which had lasted for more than 2,000 years, finally perished, and the Dongming army entered Lingjun City.

"The war has finally stopped, and although the imperial court has changed, no matter what, if there is no war, the future will be better. Xiao Ran was very relieved, opened the door early in the morning, said goodbye to his wife and children, and prepared to go to the store.

As soon as he went out, he met a wave of Dongming soldiers wearing heavy armor, Xiao Ran didn't dare to slack off, and quickly flashed to the side and bowed down.

The soldiers of the Dongming Kingdom laughed and passed by him, and one of the soldiers suddenly drew his waist knife and cut off Xiao Ran's head.

The heads were separated, but Xiao Ran could still see it, and he saw the same thing happening all over the city: hordes of Dongming Kingdom soldiers, wandering the streets, killing every Xiping country citizen they met.

Xiao Ran saw his son, who was thrown to death by a tall Dongming general, and his wife, who was ravaged by a dozen Dongming soldiers, was sold to a slave trader.

"Why, why?" Xiao Ran shouted, but he couldn't hear it himself.

What Xiao Ran didn't know was that someone could hear his shout.

In the clouds dressed in white, he stood on the streets of Lingjun City, which looked like hell, but whether it was the people of Xiping Kingdom who were scattered and fleeing, or the soldiers of Dongming Kingdom who were stubborn and fierce, everyone could see him.

Yunzhong sighed leisurely, silently recited the trick, jumped out of the streets of Lingjun City, returned to the endless ocean, a transparent monster was still looking for his traces everywhere, saw the cloud appear, the monster howled, a large net invisible to the naked eye to the cloud split head and cover the face, Yunzhong snorted coldly, a palm thunder, the monster screamed, when he looked at it again, Yunzhong had flown to a thousand meters away, the monster was good at ambushing, but the speed was average, and he couldn't catch up, so he had to be in place, roaring again and again.

The clouds are flying at an altitude of thousands of meters, and the face is not good-looking, the monster just now, in fact, has no sense, when the clouds are in a hurry, the way of the dream that he just got in the place of the prince of the east is running, and he enters the dream of the monster, in fact, it is just that the monster keeps recalling the memory that remains in his mind.

The place where the memory is located is not in this world, it is obviously a small world, at most, it is only nineteen countries, the total population is less than 10 million, the spiritual energy is thin, there are no cultivators, but human beings are still killing each other.

Humanity may have never given up fighting.

Just now, Yunzhong could have killed that monster with the Sun-By-Day Arrow Method, but in the end, he just sent a palm thunderbolt and got out.

Xiao Ran in that small world was heartbroken, and he also had it.

Who is Xiao Ran? Is it this monster's past life? Or is it just a dream of this monster?

What is a dream?

Yunzhong looked at himself inward, looking at the Hetu Luoshu, the huge yin and yang gossip map, now colorful and beautiful.

Sage Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly gave inspiration to the clouds and understood the way of dreams, in fact, the way of dreams does not belong to any of the known rules in this world, but is the same as the rules of time and space, it is a new way.

The guess in the clouds is that the way of dreams corresponds to the sixth dimension.

Yunzhong once heard a theory: if a cat is kept in an airtight container with a small amount of radiation and poison, there is a chance that the radiation will decay, if the radiation decays, it will trigger the mechanism to smash the bottle containing the poison, and the cat will die; if the radiation does not decay, the cat will survive, and when the box is not opened, the cat should be in a state of superposition of dead and live cats, however, there can be no cat that is both dead and alive, and the result must be known after opening the container.

If it is explained in the way of dreams, then, after opening the container, if the cat dies, the direction of this world is different from that of the world if the cat is alive, or in other words, after putting the cat in that container, in fact, it is equivalent to two worlds.

In other words, the dream I had when I was seventeen years old, that world, really existed. ”

Not only is that world real, but in the monster's dream just now, that small world is also real, and the monster's dream is the projection of that world in this world, whether it is the monster's previous life memory or just a dream, it is the same.

The world is not unique, there will be millions or even billions of worlds, or even more.

Everyone dreams, the dream world, bizarre, seems to have no reason, but in fact, it is a projection of a certain world in this world, those strange things that seem to have no reason, in that world, may be theorems or even axioms.

Just like the seventeen-year-old dream in the clouds, the dream world, the speed of all objects, cannot exceed the speed of light in a vacuum, this is the axiom of that world, it is a principle.

But who made this principle?

Is there a Creator in every world, just like the Father God in this world now?

But is God the Father really the Creator of this world, and if so, who is the being who is bent on putting himself to death in the catastrophe?

Yun Zhong keenly felt that whether it was the Yin and Yang Dao, the Dao of Time and Space, or the Dao of Dreams, they were all Dao rules related to creation, and he was getting closer and closer to the origin of this world.

"Since they are all real, then as long as I master these principles of creation, one day, I will return there and be reunited with you. ”

The tide in the center of the cloud was surging, and he shouted loudly to a shadow in the void.