Galaxy Technology Empire

[Loss makes people feel more cherished.

Tear the beauty of the world to pieces, this is the sympathetic association of tragedy. Intelligent creatures always combine contradictions, turning a blind eye to the beauty in front of them, but never forgetting Venus de Milo.

Why? Many people don't care about their parents when they are alive, but after their parents die, they burn a lot of incense and paper.

Is it guilt? Is it morality? I don’t think so. It’s just for peace of mind.

No matter what you do at this time, you can't restore the loss, not only those who have passed away, but also the beauty of the past.

Why let beauty become incomplete before regretting it? Perhaps this is the contradictory characteristic of intelligent creatures. ]

Huang Junjie closed his notebook. The garden in front of him had been with him for tens of billions of years. Many of these succulent plants had evolved in all kinds of weird ways.

Recently, he has been busy with various things, such as fighting with other peak level four civilizations, or studying the mystery of time. It is rare for him to come to the garden to relax today.

The sea breeze near the coast gently blows the wooden windmill. The windmill creaks and drives the gears, turning wind energy into mechanical energy, allowing the stone millstone to slowly grind grains.

The wind chimes tinkled, and Huang Junjie looked into the distance on the rocking chair. The clouds were bright orange under the scattered sunlight.

He relaxed his whole body and mind, integrated into the rhythm of life on the entire planet, and imagined that he was everything in nature.

The rocks on the beach endure the moodiness of the waves; the roses under the wall endure the greedy nature of red spiders; the frogs by the pond wait for the moths of small insects to fly into the fire.

This is all a timeline.

Every thing, every atom, every wave is a timeline.

What is the future?

The future is what is coming now but will never come. This is the future.

Huang Haojie suddenly looked back, as if he had been sublimated.

He was immersed in this feeling of unity between man and nature.

The sunny green maple leaves are dyed red by the autumn wind.

The maple leaves fall lightly on the bluestone, and the hexagonal snowflakes dress the sad autumn in silver.

The warm south wind melts the ice and snow, the fallen branches and leaves turn into spring mud, and moss crawls through the cracks in the bluestone slabs.

Dragonflies were perched on the moss, chewing the delicacies slowly, lotus flowers were in bud in the pond, and suddenly there was a sound of frogs.

The red lychees and lotus flowers reflect the sun, and the cicadas chirp in the forest. The round laurel flowers moisten the longan, and I don’t know when the leaves will fall.

On the rocking chair.

Dust accumulates day by day.

The wood gradually decayed due to wind and rain.

In the vicissitudes of life, I don’t know how many years have slipped away quietly.

Gradually, the succulent garden became deserted, the windmill stopped its creaking work, and the small villa was covered with wall-creepers.

Volcanoes erupt, plates move, land sinks into the ocean, and sediment accumulates layer by layer.

He became a fossil, or in other words, he merged into the entire planet. Every atom was him, and every object was him.

Whether it is the humble grass, the towering snow peaks, the roaring beasts looking up to the sky, or the indescribable insects, they are all him.

As spring passes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall.

After a new rain, the decay in the soil encouraged the proliferation of fungi, and mushrooms grew all over the mountains and plains.

Insects eat the mushrooms, and the woodpeckers knock open the pine trees and swallow the fat white insects in one gulp.

Suddenly a poisonous snake sprang out, and the woodpecker was killed by the poison. The poisonous snake feasted on it, but in the end it became the snack of the honeypot.

A shooting star streaked across the sky.

The sky is turned upside down again, and the sky is darkened by clouds. An era has passed, and a new era has evolved into a new life, reincarnating again and again.

until one day.

Huang Junjie felt that the planet was him, and he was the planet. The persistence of hundreds of millions of years and the humanity left in his soul made him wake up again.

Atoms reorganize into molecules, molecules form cells, and cells accumulate into bones, muscles, blood, organs, and hair.

He returned to the world again.

But once again, he finally saw his true nature and understood the avenue of time, and he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the stars changed, the rain returned to the clouds, the red leaves turned green, and the surrounding scenery receded.

His small villa is still there, the windmill is still working creakingly, and the succulents in the garden are still so cute and cute.

He allowed time to go back in time, but he did not use the space-time crystal. He relied on his own power to reverse time and space.

However, Huang Junjie looked at everything in front of him with lingering fear.

If he did not wake up during that period of unity between heaven and man, the consequence would be that he would merge with the universe and become a part of it.

It is equivalent to becoming a harmonious person and integrating with the universe, which means that he will "die" in disguise.

After all, the universe is a ruthless and meaningless existence. Once he is completely integrated with the universe, his personality will be assimilated by the universe.

Fortunately, he woke up at the last moment. In fact, he was able to wake up smoothly this time, thanks to a setting he made a long time ago. He set up an emotional and memory backup in his soul meme.

It was this backup that allowed Huang Junjie to repair his personality at the last moment.

He also did not expect that this occasional vacation would actually allow him to enter a state of unity between nature and man, and Huang Junjie, who was deeply immersed in it, was almost assimilated by the universe.

However, risks are accompanied by rewards. After such a terrible risk, he successfully understood the avenue of time.

Another snap of his fingers, and in an instant he was ten billion years in the future.

"You came."

"I am coming."

Huang Haojie came face to face with his future self, and immediately the two merged into one. His soul was quietly transforming into a trinity of future, present, and past.

His memetic base is no longer a spiral, but interlocking rings.

In an instant of eternity, the past timeline and the future timeline were converged at the present time point. Huang Junjie became a loner. In the long river of time, only one of him existed.

No one can know his past, no one can predict his future, he only exists in the present.

With a thought in his mind, he returned to the small villa again. Although he had closed all the timelines, Huang Junjie still returned all the timelines after completing the dimension upgrade.

Because at this moment, he no longer needs to worry about others attacking his past. The dimensional ascension of the Trinity has made him a true five-dimensional creature.

Nothing in the four-dimensional universe can threaten him anymore, because he is the universe, and the universe is him.

No one can truly destroy the universe, unless it is other five-dimensional creatures, but Huang Junjie has understood some of the rules of five-dimensional creatures, and there is no need to worry about five-dimensional creatures for the time being.

However, the trinity of five-dimensional creatures does not mean immortality, because there is an end in the future. Even if the timeline is closed, death is still inevitable.

However, after gathering countless selves, Huang Junjie's lifespan has actually reached tens of trillions of times. From a human point of view, this lifespan is no different from eternal life.

"Loyalty."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, go prepare some pastries and black tea."

"OK."

In fact, he could make these things appear in front of him with just one thought, but Huang Junjie gave up. After all, what fun would there be in life if he did this?

After a while, Zhong prepared cakes and black tea.

The sun sets.

Zhong suddenly felt that there was something different about his master, but he couldn't figure out what exactly was different.