Vol 7 Chapter 888: A place of flow

Tianqi stared at the character in front of him.
He knows that he lives in the book, just as Lu Yuan knows this.
Everything has an ending, the ending is the end of the book, the death of life, infinite constriction and collapse.
He didn't feel pain for it, nor was he sad. What is commonplace, the ending is like a gift for all existence and non-existence.
Tianqi didn't know how Luyuan faced his ending.
The river on the upper edge will eventually stop completely. The upper edge is all concepts, even conceptual concepts, all abstract and infinite meanings. Compared with the upper edge, the universe is more insignificant than a light particle. Fate flows from the beginning to the end.
Tianqi is watching the book of Shangyuan. His main job is to watch this book, together with other observers who are as great as him. As long as the concept of upper edge is still running, the ending will not really come. Looking at a book, every character is a mark of civilization, wisdom and Tao. This book is really long and there are really many viewers. With the observer’s thinking, there are new characters every moment. Born.
There may be something more essential than Shangyuan, but that is not something that observers can know and understand. Shangyuan is a book that gets more and more abundant.
It's just that the viewers are getting scarce.
Every viewer is unique. To make up for regrets, Apocalypse must first leave the state of the observer. If he rashly enters the timeline after his death, the karma will obliterate him by some other method. Lu Zhengkang, Lu Zhengkang, they need a body, and Apocalypse also needs a body. It is part of the plan to let the mechanical deer become the viewer. There is a beginning and an end, and one person is liberated in one cycle. King Deer will observe this process, mark the timeline, and let the mechanical deer who inherit the fruit position send the Apocalypse back to the scheduled archive, that summer.
When these tasks are completed, King Deer can take Qingningzi around, Tianqi will stay together with Su Xiangli, forgetting the memory of the rest of time and space, and the mechanical deer will silently continue to read the writings of Shangyuan.
Above all dimensions, the world is nested.
Apocalypse turned into a little character and fell into the upper edge. He is going to the place of predestined flow, where everything begins and ends, where he will complete his reincarnation and rebirth.
...
The soft yellow desert, the Yuanliu Mountain on the horizon, the top of the mountain is cracked like a fork, infinite light bursts from it, and the depth of the light is the flow.
On a pale yellow sky, runes filled the sky like stars, and a rune fell and fell in the desert.
The starlight is like a soul, wrapped in a simple red robe, with bright golden eyes under his hood, looking around.
Lu Zhengkang has arrived here. This is the upper edge, the beginning and ending of the book, where the pictures are gathered. In the boundless desert, every grain of sand is a world, countless simple tombstones stand, and each piece is buried with a viewer.
Everything is so simple.
Everything has an end, but the ultimate of Tao is expressed in such a simple form.
Lu Zhengkang is a name, a character, deer, this character represents everything about him, all his life, character, personality, soul, concrete, abstract, all his expressions.
At the upper edge, everything about him is so shallow that only a symbol can be completely summarized. Those his experiences, his thinking, are meaningless, they have been taken away and turned into red robes on their bodies, superficial things. Nothing, except for that rune, nothing can prove that he is Lu Zhengkang.
He is a wandering soul, with a cloth-wrapped body, a pair of looking eyes, a heart of runes, and a pair of cloth-interpreted legs. In this desert, the sky is the sky with the head up, and the earth with the bow down. It is the mountain and the light is in the mountain. What he has to do is to follow the path of countless viewers, go to Yuanliu Mountain, merge his own body into the fringe current, and complete a cycle. It was like submitting all my thoughts on Shangyuan and handing out a letter of resignation.
Observing the upper condition, enriching the upper condition, the end of wisdom, is a hard journey.
Lu Zhengkang is marching towards the distant mountains. This is not the first time he has been here. He is in the seventh life, the seventh time. The last time he came, he was as Luyuan.
In the desert of Yuan, under the yellow sand are ruined walls. The viewers once established a kingdom in Shang Yuan, and there is a smooth pilgrimage to lead the newcomers to Yuanliu Mountain. Of course, it was almost completely damaged. Now the road to Yuanliu Mountain is not easy. It is also very possible to die halfway-most viewers, in addition to swallowing each other, all die because of this.
It's sad to think about it. When the last viewer disappears, can the upper edge continue to flow? Perhaps the light of Yuanliu Mountain will go out one day.
When people die, there are stars, stars die, and universes exist, and universes die, and there are upper bounds. When upper bounds are dead, nothing is there. Even the concept of death will disappear.
Everything is so clean. The beginning is meaningless, the ending is meaningless, and the process in the middle is actually a gorgeous bubble.
Lu Zhengkang walked silently, the wind was blowing, and his robe was hunting.
Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether he could reach Yuanliu Mountain because of the difficult and dangerous road.
If not, then everything is empty, and he will die, and his infinite incarnation will also fall into loneliness and helplessness. Don't say who to save, he can't even save himself.
Facing this magnificent narrative poem, love is only a short chapter, and Lu Zhengkang is willing to give up the whole poem for this piece of text called Su Xiangli.
On the sandy ground in front, there was a section of a buried high tower, and the top of the broken tower exposed the ground. He saw a rune on the top of the tower-this was left by a viewer and carried his mark. The runes on the tower are surrounded by red silk fabrics flying around-they are the remains of the viewer.
The viewers in the upper edge are all stars falling, and among those falling stars, only help each other and use their own runes to sing to warm each other. These lost runes and bones will be the help of the latecomers.
Death may not be a bad thing~EbookFREE.me~ but I have to live for Su Xiangli. No matter what else I think, I only live for Su Xiangli.
Lu Zhengkang thought this way, he walked to the rune, radiant, the rune scattered, it is an endless rune-only powerful viewers can leave the rune, their mark, yes Very heavy--runes flowed into Lu Zhengkang's cloth robe, and after his hood, it turned into a short tassel. The red silk around him lit up with thin lines, flying beside Lu Zhengkang, lighting up his tassels.
These are the power of runes. Mana and Lu Zhengkang are grateful for this unknown viewer. Borrowing the power of tassels, they take off. Although it is only a short journey, it is light and light like a falling paper kite.
Road resistance is long, road resistance is long.
He has embarked on the road of pilgrimage.
Lu Zhengkang floated towards the depths of the desert. He focused on the distant mountains and uttered a clear singing. The rune shines like a spark.
:. :
High-speed text hand punching through the steam game library chapter list