Chapter 583: Doseldo's Nebula Party
If there really is a so-called .
So, what different landscapes will the concepts extended from this current "I" present?
Before this, Fang Jie would occasionally think about related issues late at night.
That is not the desire to perform as a philosopher in front of others under the secretion of hormones.
Alternatively, true philosophy may appear metaphysical, but it never leaves the earth, away from the dust and noise.
Fang Jie stared at the cat's eyes in front of him, feeling a little dazed.
At that moment, he felt a pull, a struggle, a trance.
It was like the surprise I felt when I was a child and was suddenly called back from the edge of the field by my father.
It’s a choice…
Inexplicably, Fang Jie understood.
He squinted subconsciously, trying to see more clearly.
He saw more details:
He saw the dense scars and stains on the strong man's body, and he saw the clothes that looked like linen and had almost no protective ability.
He saw the blood on the blade, and some kind of greasy, rotten brown embedded deep in the wooden handle...
Is that the life I desire?
"Bah."
Fang Jie lit up his last cigarette.
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The elder seems to be in a good mood today...
The players of the Emerald Dream Network muttered silently according to the direction of the plants in the garden.
Of course, they didn't know that a certain orange cat nestling under the World Tree was staring at a certain Berserker who was cursing and looking for bugs to eat in the wilderness with two swords in hand, and was shaking his tail mischievously.
The elders are not very good script writers, and good characters will find their own way...
Compared to ordinary movies, such a story may be longer, but it is equally rich.
Yi Chun glanced at Guangbai who was thrown into the dream world of another timeline by him.
At this moment, he was leading his followers to overthrow the ruler of a human settlement.
In the endless history of intelligent life, such scenes are nothing new.
Yi Chun withdrew his gaze without comment.
Compared with the inculcation of texts and the transmission of language, one's own personal experience is the best textbook.
It's real enough and has a lot of weight.
This is the final test...
Guangbai needs to find the "correct" path between humanity's internal struggles, alien invasion wars and asteroid impacts.
Yi Chun never likes the only solution, so the answer can be any of the many endings.
Even the answer itself is not important.
What Yi Chun needs is whether what Guangbai shows in the process of searching for the answer can be changed.
Guangbai's talent for change is naturally beyond doubt.
That is a miracle that occurs with extremely small probability under the infinite cardinality of the multiverse.
But talent is just talent, and the multiverse is not a place where talent can determine everything.
There are many more things that determine his direction.
For example, camps, ideas and values, as well as the directions to pursue and the paths to choose.
Even in some places, certain habits can become key factors influencing the direction of one's destiny.
Yi Chun is naturally not one of those idle guys. What he needs is a senior disciple who can help him solve "general problems" to a certain extent.
He may not be so kind, but he must not be evil.
He may not be so wise, but he must not be stupid.
Things like these are not something that can be seen in just a short period of time together or in practice.
Therefore, Yi Chun needs to go through a series of tests through the dream world.
In a sense, it is not much different from calling new Taoist children to chop firewood in a Taoist temple.
At this point, Yi Chun suddenly understood the countless calamities that the Jade Emperor had experienced in the ancient Eastern extraordinary civilization .
The truth cannot be passed down personally, as our ancestors have long taught.
Of course, this is also somewhat related to the fact that the person being rumored to be a non-human is somewhat embarrassed...
While Yi Chun, who had transformed into an orange cat, was squatting there with a deep expression, he inexplicably felt a certain throbbing.
Afterwards, a piece of information inexplicably appeared in Yi Chun's divine consciousness.
It was an invitation to a gathering of a multiverse-cross-dimensional organization.
Yi Chun didn't look at it closely, he just focused his divine consciousness on the strange throbbing.
There are so many unfamiliar energies and particles in the multiverse that it is normal for Yi Chun not to understand some of them.
But strange particles that can act on gods are worth studying.
Then, after casually tearing a crack in time.
Yi Chun's timeline deviates from the main time axis of the multiverse by about ten years.
Afterwards, Yi Chun emerged from the crack of time with a calm expression.
Another multiverse wonder that cannot be deciphered for the time being...
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In the void above a huge nebula, continuous misty gas filled the dark space.
And above this cloud-like substance, a grand banquet is being held.
Interdimensional gatherings, especially such large-scale gatherings, have always been synonymous with luxury and power in the multiverse.
It not only requires a huge amount of resources, but also requires strong power to support it.
Especially when there is conflict between the camps or races of the participants.
Respect may be a reason for kind people to temporarily give in.
But evil people never buy into this...
The current gathering was convened by the ruler of the Dosl Polycrystalline Wall System.
It was also called "Doseldo's Nebula Party" by the gods and other participants.
Most of the invitees are well-known figures in nearby planes. In addition, there are some people who are extremely famous in the multiverse.
Due to the danger of the latter, invitations in this regard have always been relatively rare.
At this time, the entire banquet was filled with the huge stone dining table that was mainly used for wine and meat, which looked like a mountain, and the round plates decorated with various exquisite small cakes.
Giants, dwarfs, aliens, and even beings from lower planes, temporarily put aside their hatred and wars and gather here.
Of course, beneath the surface of peace, there are also murderous intentions and traps.
It is only due to the strong power and tough attitude of the organizers that these have become customary "digestion exercises" after dinner.
The dripping accordion Sima Paz (the Mudenra god of song and joy) transformed into a young, plump woman and passed by an alien being with arms that coiled like winding branches.
The other party wanted to buy Sima Paz a drink, but she refused.
She has a more important guest...
"Why is Seema Paz in such a hurry? Is that the cat?"
The giant Ernie Bullock asked in a "low voice" to his brother beside him.
Its brother, who was only half giant, changed his expression.
He stood up and said he was going to cut some meat for his brother, then he soon disappeared.
"Why? You don't like cats much?"
Ernie Bullock heard a strange voice, turned his head, and caught a glimpse of a strange man squatting on his shoulder...
