The observer is the observed.

In the field of quantum mechanics, Schrödinger's cat is in a superposition of life and death, both life and death, and Schrödinger's cat is neither alive nor dead, let alone a 50% probability of living and 50% of the probability of death, but in a superposition of life and death. When the observer's observational behavior intervenes, the observation causes the wave function to collapse and the quantum decoherence. When the box is opened, the entangled state of the observer and the cat is cut out of two branches, i.e., the observer sees the dead cat and the observer sees the live cat. However, due to the decoherence of life and death, there is no effective exchange of information or interaction between them.

But what if the other way around? Nils Pohl thought that observation would change everything, and he thought that until you were ready to observe and measure a particle, its characteristics were uncertain. For example, in a double-slit experiment, an electron may be in any position until the measuring instrument determines its exact position, and there is a certain possibility that you can find its position until and only at the moment of your observation.

What if the world's creatures closed their eyes, and even the measuring instruments went to their "eyes"? This is what Einstein feared, the reality of the universe depends on whether we open our eyes or not?

What Chen Xinyan is doing now is very simple, but also difficult. He no longer tries to transfer the creatures of Earth directly through the Sleepless Realm as a springboard, but takes advantage of the overload of authority and the established law of cause and effect, he does only one thing.

He closed his eyes.

The world closed its eyes.

Everything that was out of the realm closed his eyes with him.

Closing your eyes is a very simple action, but you need to control and synchronize it with 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,00......0,000,000,000,000,000,000,00 It's hard for a creature to close its eyes. Through the third-order "embers of the fire", he no longer simply burned his life, he began to inject all his own memories, emotions, moods, and thoughts.

As he said, love is the greatest truth in the world.

Love is a kind of emotion, which originates from the contact of thoughts, and comes from the shaping of memory above Shouyuan, and it is an incredible existence than life. Lao Zhuang has a sentence that he disagrees with, that is, he never thinks that human emotions can be controlled by just dopamine and hormones.

And now, he's proving what he didn't say.

"I see! I see! This is detachment!" Lao Zhuang also closed his eyes uncontrollably, and he burst into tears and danced with his hands.

You see, life is gone, and love can still burn.

Love for parents, love for sweethearts, love for friends, love for all mankind, love for the world.

The big sound is like the elephant, the elephant is invisible, the beauty is speechless, and the love is boundless.

Close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me.

The world sleeps with me, and the universe sleeps with me.

Everything that exists and what does not exist is closed to the eye, and the observation behavior of the observer is lost, and the heads, torsos, and limbs of all living things on the earth melt away like snow meets spring, and the flesh turns into nothingness, leaving only vague souls. Immediately afterwards, the dream cage in the sleepless realm suddenly began to vibrate wildly, whether it was the awakened, the sunken, or the mountain spirits, the ghosts, but all the spirits turned into a streamer, broke through the void, and sank into the dream cage.

The white coffin boards were covered one by one, and the dream cage shaped like a coffin began to rotate around Chen Xin's embers, like a planet revolving around a star. Closing the coffin, a person's merits and demerits must wait until after his death to be commented on, Chen Xinyan does not know whether his approach is correct, but he has indeed done his best. The white coffins began to assemble around his body, forming a 100-million-level Rubik's Cube more like a supercube that did not exist in the three-dimensional world

He still didn't open his eyes, maintaining this strange superposition of life and death, Chen Xinshen began to drift in time and space with countless white coffins.

In the outer world, the glass cabin hall that Lao Zhuang took Chen Xinyan to before, the one that belonged to Chen Xinyan's world, at this time, the glass ball was already a hollow nothingness, the biological race of the entire earth disappeared, and the small universe that had lost signs of life activity was like a deserted amusement park, gradually sliding into the gap of the small universe.

Chen Xinshen drifted in time and space with countless white coffins I don't know how long, they entered the smallest world in the world, they came to the world that was even more outerthan the world, they drifted to the world origin of the outermost universe, they experienced countless earths, countless human beings The ups and downs, but they did not wake up, they slept in themselves, drifting in the long river of time in their sleep.

Chen Xinshen had a dream in his deep sleep, and he dreamed that he was on an eternal journey, and there was no other scenery but himself. Nothing belongs to him, not even to himself, he has nothing, because he is nothing.

In the cracks of the small universe, there is a gentle wind blowing......

Until one day, guided by a certain familiar atmosphere, a white coffin in the shape of a super cube wrapped around Chen Xinyan ran aground on a calm beach. In the long river, they found a habitat of their own.

No more wandering, no more wandering.

As the hypercube dream cage ran aground in the long river of time, countless white coffins gradually loosened from the state of the hypercube. Dream cages do not belong to the real world, they belong to a special plane, so as soon as the state touches, the white coffin slowly sinks into the depths of the sleepless realm and is in the layer of the Lao Zhuang world.

The souls of the monks in the white coffin were the first to wake up, and one by one they crawled out of the coffin, walked to the center of the coffin group, and surrounded the embers lying on the ground, like a strange and silent pilgrimage. Chen Xinshen lay on the ground silently, his soul connected to the realm of sleeplessness, and in the invisible vision of everyone, invisible threads of cause and effect spread out of his body and weave into a new continental world.

He is a bridge to creation.

He no longer saw everything, his eyes were no longer black and bright, they were no longer as bright as gold, like the remains of burnt glass, showing a hollow and godless ash. They looked down at him, but the same blank eyes reflected the different scenery and everything in front of them.

The home is gone.

The flesh is gone.

Nothing is gone.

Just when everyone was out of their minds, the remaining mortal dream cages above their heads shook wildly, and streamers broke out of the sky, turning into meteors and falling into the world of Lao Zhuang.

Mortals who have not awakened are not enough to support the independent operation of the soul in the sleepless realm, and they have lost their physical bodies and begin to be reborn through soul reincarnation.

Awakened by this meteor, some monks woke up like a dream, and took the initiative to disintegrate and join the ranks of meteors.

The destruction of the family is an unacceptable outcome for many people, and they would rather start over than carry painful memories and be unable to meet their lovers and partners in this world with the body of a soul.

Wang Ximeng is one of them.

Xie Lingyu was also among those meteors, but his physical body had already melted away the moment the world closed its eyes. Without his physical body, he is destined to never be able to meet his little pomegranate again, unless Xie Lingyu can take the initiative to awaken, but he has to pin his fate on illusory probabilities. Moreover, Wang Ximeng didn't want the other party to give up his body for him again.

The body has fallen, but the powerful soul is still there, and he made some arrangements to make sure that his reincarnation can meet her, so he bowed to Chen Xinshen lying on the ground, and then took the initiative to disintegrate and turn into one of the meteors in the sky.

About half of the people who turned into meteors one after another.

The avenue is ruthless, but people are affectionate.

But this is not something worthy of criticism, no matter how much a cultivator devotes himself to cultivating, there will always be something that he can't let go, because they are cultivators, not gods of cultivators. And those who choose to continue to live in the sleepless realm with the body of a soul also have their own reasons, Master, Senior Brother, and Mu Songbai and others, they choose to stay.

Because of him.

He's still there.

Even if he can no longer see, no longer hear, no longer feel.

The crowd that had looked down at him like a pilgrimage gradually dispersed, people coming and going, leaving no trace in his pale gray eyes.

What kind of hand will I reach out to, and what kind of universe will I reach?

The universe does not belong to me: because the universe is me.