prehistoric calendar

Hao stood quietly at the end of the avenue. If he took another step forward, he would lose his current status and strength.

No matter who enters the sanctuary from this avenue, he has never come to greet them. The huge gap in status makes them unable to bear it, but the people who come now are different. Not only can he be able to bear it, but Hao must also provide such courtesy.

Hao didn't wait long. A few minutes later, two people came out of the fog. The person in front was Bell. The person walking behind had a heroic face, but his expression was dull, giving people the impression that he was...

A dummy-like illusion.

But this is only the vision of ordinary people. Hao's current status and power allow him to see part of the reality.

The young man in front of him is not real. He may have a physical body, or even a soul and a true spirit. All of these are present. From any angle, he is not a projection or an illusion, but Hao seems to see that beyond all imagination, this name

The young man stood "outside" and looked "inside".

For example, if Hao is reading a fictional book, he will definitely not think that the characters in the book are real. If the characters in the book have thoughts, then their world is the world in the book, and naturally he will not think that Hao who is reading the book is real.

Yes, this is the same principle.

From a distance, Bell saw Hao standing on the avenue. He was surprised for a moment, then walked a few steps quickly and came to Hao and said: "Sir, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my destiny. I will be back within fifteen days."

Hao smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Bell. Your teammates are all inside. You can go and rest."

Bell naturally knew that Hao was definitely not standing at the door of this shelter because of him. He didn't have such a big reputation. No matter how he thought, only the savior Renhuang could make this mysterious master take a high look, so he was smart.

He nodded and saluted, and then walked directly into the avenue. Only in this shelter could he completely relax.

On the other side, Hao looked at Renhuang, and Renhuang also looked at Hao with unreal eyes. As he watched, his eyes gradually became clearer, and Renhuang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "...

Fortunately, I finally saw a human face, otherwise I would have thought I had some kind of mental illness, not just a mental problem."

Hao smiled, but felt a little sad in his heart.

All creatures in this multiverse include weak ones and powerful ones. The weak ones are like insects, ants, and even bacterial cells, which can be killed by a blow of wind. The powerful ones are like innate beings and innate demons, who are born with immortality.

, are naturally capable of catching stars and moons. They seem to be unequal to each other, and there is even a huge difference between ordinary things and extraordinary things, extraordinary things and gods. But fundamentally, they all belong to the same life in the multiverse.

level.

This is a matter of levels. Essentially, all life belongs to the same level, which is the definition of a living body.

Of course, there are different levels. The weakest ones are naturally the beings that cannot even protect themselves. All things are at this level. Then they have a certain amount of power and begin to resist, recognize, and control the world.

The level has reached the limit, and its end point is the ultimate. In terms of personality, it is almost the same as the multiverse. This is the ultimate, and it is also called the inner universe.

But this is still not an improvement in level, because even the ultimate such as the inner universe is still life in the multiverse. From a large level, it is still at the same level. Although the gap within this level is unimaginably large, it is still

Nothing is bigger than a real crossing of levels.

Hao knows that being able to take one step further from the ultimate is detachment. Beyond all limits and beyond the level you are in, that is detachment!!!

All cognitions about detachment are all imagination. They are the collective guesses of all those who stand at the pinnacle of the multiverse, including the three ultimates. Regarding detachment, they can only be guesses, because it has surpassed all cognitions.

The limit of knowledge.

Numbers can be infinite, but the concepts that make up numbers are limited. Whether it is binary, decimal, twelve, or even hexadecimal, the concepts of numbers that make up these bases are always limited, because life itself is limited.

Life, they can only use finite concepts to guess infinity, and this is pseudo-infinity. No matter how many giant numbers you use to create a collection of numbers from 0 to 9, this is pseudo-infinity, because the concept itself is only 0 to 9.

That's all.

Similarly, even an infinite universe is pseudo-infinite, because its space is infinite, but its basic rules are not infinite. The conceptual foundations of time, space, energy, matter, etc. are also limited. This also applies to

The multiverse, the total number of total concepts and rules of the multiverse calculated based on cultivation, will always be only the power of 2,097,152 of 2,097,151. It is impossible to be even that afraid.

Get an extra one.

Even the ultimate is like this. The so-called infinity is actually just a number game. It is all pseudo-infinite. Just like the calculated numbers of pi, it is indeed an infinite non-cyclic number, but pi itself is still an extension of the concept of a circle.

It is pseudo-infinity.

But detachment is different. It is a qualitative step that truly crosses over from pseudo-infinity, and completely steps into the existence of true infinity. From a level perspective, it truly crosses over and transcends the level of all mortal things, and goes to the unknowable.

The unfathomable level has unimaginable infinite power and can restore all past regrets, just like the real regret medicine, and this... is transcendence!!!

All things, including the ultimate, cannot be clearly imagined and gazed at detachment. This is why Hao himself was hurt when he looked at Renhuang from afar, because detachment is the real infinity, and all existences that do not have infinite attributes, even if they are just

Anyone who comes into contact with transcendental information will be harmed, and the damage received will be different depending on its strength.

Hao's eyes were bleeding and damaged before. This was because Renhuang was not truly detached, not even semi-detached. He was just tainted with a trace of detached artistic conception. But even this trace of artistic conception made Hao unbearable.

Fortunately, his artistic conception is close to the ultimate, and he has more personality in his body at this moment, otherwise it might not be as simple as his eyes bleeding.

There are only two kinds of existences that can withstand this artistic conception. One is to reach the ultimate pinnacle, claiming to have multiplicity within it, the pinnacle existence of the inner universe. The other is to be able to exist in who knows how many epochs and how many multiverses before one can appear.

The existence of that is called...

Seeds of Transcendence…

Renhuang is this seed of transcendence!!

Hao bowed slightly and said: "Finally I see you, the great sacrificer, the glorious infinite one... Please come with me."

After saying that, Hao stepped back to the study room in his house. Ai Yi, who was doing homework in the study room, was moved directly to the hall, but she didn't notice it at all, as if she was supposed to be there.

It's like doing homework in the hall.

And Renhuang also took one step without using any extraordinary power. Just as time and space were automatically providing him with all his needs, he also appeared in Hao's study. As soon as he entered the study, he

His expression became vivid again, and his eyes regained their intelligence. He looked at his palms, patted his head again, and sighed: "In your study, I finally recovered a little, to be honest.

You said, everything I saw before was wrong, like, like..."

"Little people's book, simple drawing?" Hao said.

Renhuang laughed, patted his head and said: "Yes, that's it. Even roads, air, time, space and so on, I feel that I can see, feel and control it. Of course

Yes, I know this is an illusion. This is a mental problem. I have been in the tower for too long. I am alone and have no one to talk to. All I see are nightmare-like scenes.

, so I guess I’m crazy.”

(No, that is not an illusion, nor is it that you are crazy, but that your specialness has begun to come into play. In this tower, you have come into contact with infinity, but you have not collapsed or dissipated. Instead, you have accepted the infinite artistic conception.

In terms of strength, you are only equal to the emperor level now, but in terms of level, your artistic conception has crossed from zero to one, which is the most important step from scratch.

ah……)

Hao shook his head slightly, but did not dare to say more. He reached out and dug out his heart, and a piece of blood condensed into a bead. He said: "I know your purpose, this is the only thing I can give.

It can open a thin line between the beginning and the end.”

Renhuang was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed. He took the bead, looked at it for a long time, and then said gratefully to Hao: "Thank you very much. Now, I have a glimmer of hope to reach the top of the tower. If I can get through the process of starting with

The place of end..."

(No, you can't go there... You still don't understand what this tower means, and what will happen when you climb the tower...)

Hao was silent for a while, and finally said: "I have a story I want to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

Renhuang was stunned again, and then said with a hearty smile: "If you have wine, I will listen to any number of stories."

Hao smiled, stretched out his hand, and a lot of fine wine immediately appeared on the table. He watched Renhuang impatiently drink the fine wine, and then he said: "This story is about a fool in a book who suddenly discovered that he had written this book.

The author’s story…”