"You're here."

Dr. Sang looked up.

The man's figure is thin and his clothes are vague and unknowable. It is caused by nothingness and cannot be seen with the supreme power. No matter how hard he tries his eyes, he cannot see it clearly.

The first genius Chen Jiawei slowly fell down.

From a high place, it seems to be the top of the universe, and it also seems to be the other world.

Her eyes were white and approached step by step, as if she had completely frozen the time and space, changed the world, mastered the universe, and even the boundless vast starry sky fell into silence.

This moment.

The spectacular blue earth is just a tiny gravel, small, powerless, weak, and looks unremarkable.

The universe is too big.

All the cosmic celestial bodies as vast as the sea of ​​smoke and as numerous as ever sand are still. Such great power can no longer be described with the word power. Any positioning or evaluation becomes pale and powerless. This is a miracle beyond time!!

‘Limited lifespan…’

‘Unlimited time…’

'According to human cognition, you are indeed dead long ago, but you have unlimited time to break free from the shackles of life and death.'

On the upper deck of the warship, Dr. Sang almost worshiped him. When he saw the figure, his cells and genes were trembling, nervous and awe, probably the surrender of life instinct.

really.

Although he was born a saint, he had no will to practice.

How can you maintain peace when facing a miracle that breaks the shackles of life and is above death?

The ultimate experiment that year was also the ultimate experiment of countless parallel time and space. The will of countless first geniuses Chen Jiawei gathered together, and exploded at the same time, tearing open layers of barriers and fusing countless selfs to form the only one.

"sky."

Dr. Sang exclaimed in a low voice, motionless.

In fact, the success or failure of the final experiment has little to do with him. It mainly lies in Chen Jiawei's own will and her innate talent that she senses the parallel world and communicates with another self. The talent that can be called a miracle is the root of everything.

The wind stopped,

The night has stopped,

Dark clouds, moonlight, sea water, warships, flags in front of the deck, including everyone present, stopped moving.

Because time has solidified.

Organic or inorganic, life or objects, the molecular movements at the macro world and the micro level are all still. Dr. Sang witnessed this scene with his own eyes and felt that everything was silent and the sky was silent.

This is an extremely wonderful experience.

The world that is still and still is like a solemn and solemn painting, shrouded in all directions.

but……

No sound at all is right...

The elephant is invisible, the sound of the sound is faint, and there is a glorious sound of information, energy, and the belief in pilgrimage resounds throughout the world!

"Human Emperor!"

It was like a giant sitting in the middle of the starry sea, swaying rivers into big flags, shaking flags and shouting.

"Human Emperor!"

It is like a time when billions of human races span the void and interstellar migration, praising great achievements and glory.

"Human Emperor!"

It is like connecting the past and present, and countless people sing in succession!

Everything is respected!

The universe and the stars are responding!

The next moment.

The seemingly thin figure finally landed on the warship from an infinite height.

She looked around, not observing, but instead showed a reminiscence, as if she had experienced it before and had been here countless times.

"Look."

She raised her finger and pointed to the round table, and a small plate of matcha pudding floated up and rolled around.

Seeing this, Dr. Sang was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

She turned her back to Dr. Sang, walked to the round table, and pinched the pudding with ease, and picked up the pudding with her fingertips to reveal the cherry hidden inside the pudding: "It's still a black cherry, no difference."

Pinch this black cherry,

Turning his head immediately

She smiled slightly and said, "I ate two million and nine hundred thousand four cherries that are exactly the same as this one."

Admittedly.

There are no identical leaves and no identical cherries in the world.

If it were another world, or, in other words, parallel time and space that were almost identical... Dr. Sang trembled all over, and of course he understood the true meaning of this sentence, which represents a terrible fact.

In those parallel space and space...

There are extraordinary people, saints, overlords, and so many gods. Correspondingly, when the ultimate battle is in progress, the situation arrangement and the relevant personnel participating in the war are basically the same.

Dr. Sang showed bitterness on his face: "No difference?"

"certainly."

She raised her fingers, and the black cherries jumped on her fingertips: "There are the least black cherries, and there are yellow and dark red. In the end, they all lost. You can't compete with more than two hundred divine envoys and one divine power."

According to human division:

The divine power is the golden divine body, second only to the colorful divine body that symbolizes the true gods in different spaces.

Dr. Sang was shocked, his eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but lose his voice: "Is there another golden divine body? It's hidden? When did it come?"

When I think about it, it makes me feel cold and creepy.

If Chen Jiawei hadn't informed this, no one in the world would have expected that there would be a golden body hidden among the gods of disaster.

He rubbed his face hard until it turned red.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, swallowed his saliva, and endured the nervousness of his heartbeat and panic. He took a few deep breaths to make his brain clear.

Follow immediately.

He looked up and saw that her face was still the same as before.

The familiar face had several freckles, whiter skin, mushroom head, single eyelids, and her lips were particularly small when she smiled.

"Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Chen Jiawei pulled open the chair. She was well-proportioned and wore a moon-white long skirt with knitted patterns on the skirt, like a small lake ripples.

In addition.

The long hair is like a waterfall, wearing hair accessories, and a pair of light red wooden-framed glasses.

As usual, Dr. Sang's eyes twitched: "You don't need to restore it, it's better to have the true appearance."

"oh?"

Chen Jiawei's expression remained unchanged: "Since I have arrived in this parallel world, I should show it to others with the appearance of 'I left this world'. Otherwise, it would be difficult for you to tell which world I came from, which would easily cause chaos and become vigilant."

Dr. Sang said repeatedly: "It's all you."

"That's fine."

Chen Jiawei pursed her lips and laughed. The style of painting suddenly changed. She saw silver light lingering around her, and endless galaxies were flowing, holding it on a disc composed of strange symbols that were moving inch by inch.

Ordinary clothing instantly turned into bizarre and mysterious fluid.

Ordinary faces are also transformed, sometimes with long hair, sometimes with short hair, sometimes with iron-blooded heroic posture, sometimes with quiet and gentleness. It is her who has achieved unity and formed into one body in multiple parallel worlds.

For her...

This world is homeland, homeland, and a place where people were born and raised...

However, there are too many similar hometowns.

Her life is infinite: many hometowns, from childhood to adulthood, hungry infants, toddler childhood, nine-year compulsory education student days, and even her experiences in various industries are all her past.

"I've deduced it."

Chen Jiawei said: "If you want to win, you must have a great man."

matchless?

Dr. Sang pondered for a little. So far, the most extraordinary saint in the world that is closest to the world's supernatural level should be Tang Hong or Fang Nanxun.

But...one step away is like a world of heaven.
To be continued...