Men walk on the long river of time.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, or in other words, he hadn't really walked at all, just wandering in the fog and darkness above that time.

"Why am I here?"

"Where is this?"

The man kept walking.

"I seemed to have called someone's name and came here."

"Whose name did I call?"

"I?"

"Who am I?"

He remembered calling someone's name and then coming here, but that was a long, long time ago.

It's been so long that he can't even remember who he is.

He couldn't feel anything here. It was a feeling beyond darkness, a place more terrifying than a lightless prison.

There is no body, no five senses, only your thoughts are surging.

There is nothing more terrible than this.

He didn't understand why he was locked up here, but he just felt that this feeling seemed familiar.

"correct!"

"I seem to have told someone about this feeling."

A picture appeared in front of his eyes, in which he was talking to another person.

Self: "You have no connection with the universe, so from what angle do you perceive the existence of the universe? If you can't even perceive the universe, how can you perceive time, and how can you further travel on the timeline?"

That person: "So, once the soul leaves the body, it is like a ship that has lost its coordinates and direction. It is very likely that it will leave this universe and never find its way back?"

He chattered and made gestures while talking, as if he was still thinking.

"One possibility is that you still have a connection with the real universe, and there is an anchor point here."

"In this way, you can observe the universe through this anchor point, and as I said before, become an observer who is outside the universe and time."

"If you have different anchor points in different time periods, you may even become what you said, an existence that shuttles through the timeline."

The man then walked forward, and he suddenly understood something.

He needs to find an anchor point. Only by finding the anchor point can he escape from this terrible place.

"Anchor!"

"What's the anchor!"

"How can we find the anchor point?"

He searched everywhere, searching blankly in this place beyond the darkness, but no matter how hard he looked, he could not find the so-called anchor point.

"Can't remember."

"What on earth is it?"

"How can we find it?"

"I don't want to stay here. I want to go out. I can go anywhere, as long as it's not here, no matter how scary it is."

He can't make a sound.

He wanted to touch himself, but he couldn't even touch his body.

He wanted to talk to someone, but he was the only one here.

In a world where there is nothing.

He tried his best to let out a silent scream. The scream did not exist anywhere but in the bottom of his heart.

No one can hear it but himself.

Even though he had no mouth, he still wanted to make that desperate howl.

suddenly.

An eternal light shines from afar, illuminating the man's path forward.

The man raised his head and looked towards the distant light.

He seemed to be looking at someone, separated by years.

Under the light.

The silhouette of the man is reflected, with black hair and black eyes.

Further along the river of time.

A majestic figure is moving down the time.

The end of the Second Age.

The Creator raised his head and looked at the other side of time. He was already accustomed to seeing this scene, and no matter how grand and strange it was, it could not cause any waves in his heart.

But this time, he seemed to see something different.

"Um?"

He stared for a while, as if to confirm what he saw.

finally.

He showed a lonely smile.

Another figure on the side asked curiously: "What did you see?"

He said: "I saw a familiar shadow."

"Perhaps, we will also see different fruits."

——

Hinsey World.

Fifty million years have passed since the departure of the Creator and the end of the Second Age.

The world has been reshaped, but there are still some areas that have not completely calmed down.

On the edge of the world and in the depths of the ocean, volcanoes are still erupting continuously, and terrible distorted radiation spreads in some places of death.

But in general, the world has begun to become more stable.

The continent was reorganized, the ocean stretched as far as the eye could see, and the sky turned blue.

The land is densely covered with forests and plants, and the climate is warm.

Swarms of insects soared in the jungle, and thousands of dragon beasts ran across the earth or spread their wings in the sky.

All this shows that the world can accommodate civilization and re-establish order.

Tower of Babel.

The temple above the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

At this height, the sky is already black, and there is no blue sky to be seen, only the eternally silent sea of ​​stars.

Figures came one after another, arriving in front of the temple.

There is a round table on the square. There are ten places on the round table. Seven of them are already seated, and these are all the witches who have been born so far.

They are the eyes of the giant god, part of the world, and the order monitors of this world.

The witches looked at each other. Every time they woke up, they felt as if they were in another world, as if they were re-recognizing the world.

"I fell asleep for a long time again."

"The world is completely different."

"I saw that the world is full of green, and there are dragons and beasts everywhere."

"What a nice view."

"Yes, it's so beautiful."

"It is already a world of real life."

After chatting for a while, the earth witch Myrtle was the first to raise a formal topic.

She first summarized the previous meeting and then presented the main content of this meeting.

"During the fourth meeting, we discussed about withdrawing all the manifest power of intelligent power. This time we have basically completed it after waking up."

"Then this meeting should be about the creation of a civilized subject race!"

The fifth Witch Council was officially held here to discuss the creation of various races that would carry civilization in the Third Age.

"Should one race be created first, or all races together?"
To be continued...