All the inscriptions on the "keyboard" have been recognized, and each inscription contains hundreds of tiny inscriptions of the sky, and there are also lines that are suspected to be "circuits" in between. To him, these 108 heavenly inscriptions are like 108 CPUs, they are the core part of this heavenly book, just like the existence of CPUs for computers.

However, having learned all the Heavenly Inscriptions through the connection, Li Zi'an couldn't use them to knock out anything. They were arranged in the Book of Heaven, like keycaps, but he couldn't type words out of them, and there were no words on the mirror.

Li Zi'an tried to edit the 108 inscriptions of the heavens on paper to make meaningful information.

The inscriptions of the 108 heavens are: Yin, Yang, Heaven, Earth, Life, Death, Love, Light, Thunder, Electricity, Wind, Air, Life, Gold, Man, Spirit, Attack, Soul, and Time......

Without the first person, the second person, and the third person, he could not combine these inscriptions of heaven from a Chinese perspective into an interesting sentence. Moreover, each of the Heavenly Inscriptions represented matter and energy, and there were many of them that he had never seen, so he could not edit those Heavenly Inscriptions.

After trying for more than an hour, with no results, Li Zi'an gave up.

"Maybe it's a supercomputer with 108 CPUs, activated by chaotic energy, and it can push my consciousness into some historical space, the first two times are random and completely out of my control. There is a 'time' in these 108 heavenly inscriptions, which represents the extreme energy of time and space, I wonder if I can achieve time control through it?"

The first time he was pushed to a plane with an earthquake dragon, and then he was trampled to death by the earthquake dragon.

The second time he was pushed to the medieval city of Jerusalem, when Saladin's army attacked Jerusalem and was killed by random arrows.

Since this book is a book that records the history of the earth, and if understood from the perspective of a book, it should have a table of contents and even page numbers for people to consult. If it is disordered and uncontrolled, then it should not be called a book from heaven.

Li Zi'an decided to give it a try.

He first connected to the fabric, then pressed the index finger of his left hand against the Tianzi inscription representing "time", and injected a trace of chaotic energy into it.

At the moment of activation, dense numbers emerged in Li Zi'an's mind, one by one like a waterfall, pouring down from his mind.

How does it work?

Li Zi was moved with peace of mind, and thought of a number in his heart, 1999.

The waterfall of numbers in my mind suddenly stopped, and the number 1999 appeared, sparkling.

After the pause in the numbers, nothing new happened.

Li Zi'an then placed the palm of his right hand on the touch plate, and injected a trace of chaotic energy into the touch plate.

Rumble!

A cloud of black light burst out from the mirrored screen of the Book of Heaven, as if it opened a big mouth similar to a black hole, and instantly swallowed Li Zi'an.

The cold and darkness came like a tide, and Li Zi'an felt like he was lying in a coffin through a black hole, he and the coffin were stretched and flattened, but he couldn't do anything in the face of these.

Li Zi'an's heart suddenly had a thought that he had never had before: "The Book of Heaven pushed my consciousness to the time and space of history, the time and space of history is the time and space of the past, and everything there does not exist, so from a certain point of view, my current feeling is the feeling of death, I have to die before I can enter the past time and space." ”

Continue to think along these lines.

"The Book of Heaven and the fabric are both placed in the coffin, and I can only open the Book of Heaven normally by connecting the fabric, so isn't the fabric ...... Shroud?" I figured it out, but Li Zi'an's feelings were strange.

This fabric is indeed a shroud.

The answer was actually placed in the coffin early in the morning, the white cloth in the coffin, could it be a wedding dress or a scarf?

It's just that at that time, he didn't even know what the Book of Heaven was, so naturally he couldn't think of this level.

Now that I've found the answer, I think back to the scene of the shrouded battle in Jerusalem, and he is almost an invulnerable mummy, and it does feel a little creepy.

The tide of darkness generally receded, and the sun poured down.

It's a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Li Zi'an was standing next to an old locust tree, and not far in front of him was a low, dilapidated tiled house. A little kid in open crotch pants was pouting his ass, and in an open space next to the tiled house, the chubby little boy was holding a stick in his hand, and he was poking a lump of poop on the ground again and again.

A woman suddenly ran out of a room, her delicate face was a crying and laughing expression, she babbled: "Immortal banban, you play with shit, you melon skin." ”

The woman picked up the fat boy and reached out to pat the little guy's buttocks, but not hard.

"Mom, I want to eat sugar. The little one said in a milky voice.

"No sugar, is it okay for mom to cook rice balls for you?" said the woman.

"Okay, eat rice balls. "The little one was very happy.

The woman carried the little one back to the house.

Without warning, two tears rolled down from Li Zi'an's eyes.

That woman was his mother, and that fat boy was him.

He was born in 1995, when he was only four years old.

He chose this number because he wanted to come back and see his mother and father.

He got his wish, he saw his mother, and even saw himself as a child.

Her mother is still so beautiful, and 80% of his current beauty is inherited from his mother.

Suddenly, there was a voice behind him that someone was talking.

He turned away.

Two men were walking this way.

His gaze fell on the face of one of the men, unable to take his eyes off it any longer.

The man was his father, with a textbook under his arm, and he was handsome. Twenty percent of his beauty comes from his father's genetics.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry!" my father looked very angry, "The lighthouse actually blew up our embassy!

"That is, if I can, I would go to battle with a gun!" the other uncle also looked indignant.

In 1999, the lighthouse blew up the embassy in Yuzhenslav with such an arrogance that there was not even a word of apology, let alone accountability.

Li Zi'an was only four years old at the time, and he had no impression of this incident, but he knew about it later, but he didn't feel anything. Now when he sees his father talking to his colleagues about it, he can feel his anger. Maybe this is the father and son concentric, telepathic.

He also remembered a very general sentence that appeared in later generations, that is, men whose monthly salary has not passed or just passed the basic salary line like to talk about international current affairs the most. Yes, some men are either busy making money or falling in love with different women, so how can they have time to care about these?

"Let's go to my house for dinner, and we'll talk about it again. ”

"No, no, my daughter-in-law made me back pot meat, and I'll eat it at home. ”

"Then I'll go to your house for dinner, and we'll talk about it. ”

"Lao Li, my mother-in-law is at my house, and my wife is verbose, next time. ”

The boat of friendship is capsized.

Lao Li suddenly stopped and looked at Li Zi'an who was standing next to the old locust tree.

Lao Li's colleague also glanced at Li Zi'an, but it was nothing, and he sped up his pace while Lao Li was looking at Li Zi'an. At that time in 1999, the lives of ordinary people were still very difficult, and it was rare to eat back to the pot meat.

"May I ask who you are?" asked Lao Li tentatively.

Li Zi'an's tears burst out of his eyes again: "Dad." ”

"Is there anything wrong with you young man? I'm less than ten years older than you, and you call me Dad, and I don't have a son as old as you. Lao Li walked past Li Zi'an's side.

Li Zi'an was about to catch up, when a ray of light suddenly flashed in the sky. He looked up, and before he could see clearly, a fist-sized meteorite smashed into his head.

Dark tides are coming.

The first time was when he was trampled to death by an earthquake dragon.

The second time was when he was shot by an arrow.

This time it was killed by a meteorite.

Anyway, no matter how you die, you can't escape death.

However, this time the time was a little longer, more than two minutes, and he didn't know the exact time he stayed in that plane, but it was estimated that it would be five minutes.

Li Zi'an's vision returned to normal, and he was still sitting on the sofa, pressing his two hands on the "time" and the touch plate respectively. He didn't even move, but he completed a time-traveling performance, returning to the handsome dad who met him in 1999, and the beautiful dad, and himself who poked the poop with a stick.

There was a cold feeling in the corner of his eye, it was his tears.

He raised his hand to wipe it, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In 1999, he poked the poop with a stick, why doesn't he remember?

It's really vulgar fun.

At that time, he was about the same age as Li Xiaomei, but Li Xiaomei was playing with Barbie dolls, digging excavators or something, much taller.

After his emotions eased slightly, he pressed the index finger of his left hand on the keycap of the "time", and after a trace of chaotic energy was activated, he set the number "-221" in the number pouring down like a waterfall in his mind, and then pressed his right palm on the touch plate to activate the Book of Heaven.

Darkness rushes in, and the feeling of death spreads through every nerve.

After about a minute of "time travel", the light returns.

A crossbow bolt slammed into Li Zi'an's head just as his eyes could see something.

221 BC was the year when Qin Shi Huang destroyed the Qi State and completed the great unification.

He wanted to see the pomp and circumstance of this period of history, but he saw a crossbow and died.

However, it is also an honor to be killed by the crossbow arrows of the Qin army.

After recovering, Li Zi'an did not rush to enter any more years and enter a certain time and space to go shopping. This behavior was extremely draining of his chaotic energy, and he stayed for almost five minutes in 1999, but in 221 BCE, he was killed when he entered, which may have something to do with the lack of chaotic energy.

So, is the time spent in historical time and space related to the strength of chaotic energy?

Li Zi'an secretly said in his heart: "My highest record now is almost five minutes, if I want to stay in a certain historical time and space for a day, then to what extent do I have to cultivate the chaotic energy?"

There is no way to know, but it is certainly an unattainable height.

Keep researching.

Although he now roughly knows how the Book of Heaven should be operated, he has not yet figured out what the meaning of the Book of Heaven is to exist.

What is the meaning of the existence of the Book of Heaven?