Near-perfect explanation.

But Lin Xi always felt that... Something is wrong.

This mode of existence of the source world can indeed explain the relationship between the source world and the sub-world to some extent.

However... For Lin Xi, there is still a sense of lack of convincing.

"What's the contradiction?" Lin Xi, who was sitting in the train, frowned.

Outside the pitch-black space, two figures looked down at the crystal ball on the table.

In the crystal ball, the picture belonging to Lin Xi is being presented.

"Do you think he'll believe it?" asked one of them, to the other.

Another said, "If he believes, then he is unqualified." You and I must be clear, unqualified... It has to be dealt with. ”

"I hope you also remember our purpose. You've given enough hints before. ”

"A completely unfamiliar environment, a completely new setting, a seemingly perfect rhetoric, and a worldview that subverts everything... These will make his original judgment wrong. ”

"Can you grasp your own mentality? Lin Xi, don't disappoint me!" said the figure who spoke before.

In the so-called source world, Lin Xi was trying to sort out his head.

The Creator, the Overseer, the Alliance Master, and the Dream Master... Everything stems from the creator's dream.

The saint, on the other hand, is a symbol that appears in different dreams and is almost universal.

"Wait... That's not right!"

"That's not right!"

This seems to be a complete rejection of human effort from another angle, and everything is reduced to a kind of pretentious fate. If everything is true, then... How did the saint break his fate?"

"Or, those alliance leaders who stand at the top of the alliance and have a large number of golden titles... Why aren't they saints?" Although it was very far-fetched, Lin Xi felt that he seemed to have grasped some loopholes.

Lin Xi looked at Monk Yun and Yi and the others.

In an instant, deep in his heart, he left two questions, and then severed the memory link related to these two questions.

Memories of this will return after about three hours.

"Do you remember your two daughters, how are they doing now?" Lin Xi asked Yi and others.

After asking these two questions, Lin Xi himself fell into a brief confusion.

And Yi Wait, who was asked by Lin Xi's question, also seemed to be a little confused.

His eyes were in a trance.

The ghosts of each other are constantly overlapping, floating, and intertwining on his body.

"Daughter... My two daughters... Do I have a daughter?"

Monk Yun looked at Yi Wait, who was in an unstable physical condition, and said to Lin Xi: "Don't worry, his logic is confused... Something that is common. Our alliance leaders will appear in many different worlds in different capacities, and sometimes when memories overlap, this kind of chaos can be normal. ”

"But it's you... Why do you suddenly ask that?"

Lin Xi shook his head and did not answer Monk Yun's question.

Because he didn't know why he was asking this question.

The absolute self given by the shadow of the saint made him unable to untie or detect it before the time expired after he sealed his memory.

The parade of the little train continues.

Monk Yun introduced Lin Xi to a lot of wonderful worlds.

The background and setting of some worlds make Lin Xi amazing.

There are also some worlds that are scary or heartwarming.

At the same time, he also introduced two worlds to Lin Xi that made Lin Xi feel extremely familiar, as if he also had some destined connection with these two strange worlds.

Monk Yun said that this may be because those two worlds, the world that Lin Xi came out of, originated from the same creator.

Lin Xi asked Monk Yun to help him find the creator of the world he was in.

Monk Yun told Lin Xi that it was difficult.

Because every creator is sealed in a black coffin.

Only the Overseer in charge of them knows who the creator of the seal in the black coffin is, and what worlds they have created.

The Overseer is not related to the Alliance Leader and the guests from the sub-worlds who have entered the Source World.

In their respective visions, they can see each other.

But they can't get in touch, let alone communicate.

And the black coffin cannot be opened by external destruction.

Its existence is absolute.

If the black coffin is destroyed, then the creator who sealed it inside will break the seal.

That's when the entire Source world is going to be in a violent upheaval.

Radiating to an endless sub-world... It is the destruction and disappearance of countless worlds.

It's horrible...

Lin Xi was even more skeptical.

Suddenly... Lin Xi pulled out a knife.

Dream Chill Knife!

A knife is all over the time, don't dream of the cold in the Spring Festival!

This knife, after arriving in the source world, became even more lifelike.

It already has a more realistic and complete form.

Seeing Lin Xi holding the knife, Monk Yun was a little flustered.

The little train stopped.

He questioned Lin Xi, "What are you going to do here?"

"I may not be able to destroy the black coffin, and I may not be able to affect the Overseer... But I can cut off these conduits of communication with the world, and stop the transmission of the world's constructs. ”

"If our world... It's all the work of these creators, so... I'll give them a sword from the palace and force them to close down!" Lin Xi said.

Monk Yun's face completely changed.

He began to become gloomy and terrifying.

The previous enthusiasm and familiarity with Lin Xi, as if they had been friends for many years, were all wiped out at this time.

"Heh... Sure enough, another fool who doesn't know what to do, how... I can't explain it?"

"It's my duty to be a prescribed role, and then watch these creators, constantly updating... Wouldn't it be nice to continue to weave your lives?"

"You deduce your joys and sorrows, we are happy to see it and give a reward... Isn't this a harmonious, perfect symbiotic relationship? Destroy it?" When he said the last few words, Monk Yun's face completely changed.

What he needs is a sense of dominance.

When the feeling of domination disappeared, it seemed that Lin Xi had provoked his most unacceptable, unshakable interests.

The familiarity and liking that used to be have turned into sinister and spurned.

In an instant, Lin Xi felt the feeling of his gaze converging again.

This time... The 'warmth' and 'support' in his eyes are gone, and all that remains is doubt, anger, disgust, and indifference.

These gazes, like layers of seals, kept falling on Lin Xi's body.

Let the knife in his hand sink more and more, heavier and heavier.

Even Lin Xi's whole person seemed to be pulled into an invisible hole, and then dissipated.

"Holes?"

"In the source world... Where did the hole come from?" In a daze, Lin Xi fixed his body with the absolute self given by the shadow of a saint, and then had doubts.

If the source world is the source and the core of all worlds.

So in a world like this... Why is there a hole?

Even if it's consciously constructed...