"It's really an interpretation. ”

"Probably right. ”

More likely, every interpretation of these two stories is likely to be correct. Because you don't have to have just one right answer. ”

"The truth doesn't have to be a multiple-choice question. ”

Feng Lin kept stirring up the two stories in his heart, as well as the interpretation methods of these two stories.

"Will there be more ways to interpret it?" Feng Linwan thought.

After all, what he represents is only one perspective, and what Feng Xinghe represents is only another perspective.

casually mobilized the power of super ten to erase the information about him and the two stories in Feng Xinghe's memory.

Feng Linwan took a step out, and he had already withdrawn from the future.

As for explaining what the Super Ten is all about...

Hmmm... Anyway, Feng Xinghe will forget about it in the end.

Then don't embarrass him!

After all, it is also very painful to lose it after you get it.

It may also attract the attention of observers... It's not worth it!

Feng Lin smiled and would never admit it, because he forgot when he left, and... For the sake of Feng Xinghe before laughing at his name.

Subsequently, Feng Lin traveled to different points in time.

Go through the ages, tell different people about these two stories, ask them to talk about their understanding, and then erase their memories.

In general, Feng Linwan counted a total of several interpretation answers.

The first, naturally, is the most conventional interpretation.

Don't talk about it.

The second type is the kind mentioned by Feng Xinghe before.

There is no need to say any more.

The third is the theory of the unity of opposites, in which the reader and the author are actually the same person, the author creates, the reader travels through and changes the world, and the author has to personally intervene to enter the world and revise the settings and values in the world. It is a cycle in which the two form a complete, uninterrupted loop through one world.

This statement is kind of interesting.

Through this story, it can be seen that the observers are monitoring the entire galaxy universe, constantly raising the upper limit of the galaxy universe, and the super ten are constantly detaching from this upper limit. In this way, the two become a cycle, and eventually the galaxy universe continues to grow huge and powerful, tending to be unsolvable.

There are several other theories, although each has some truth.

But it is fragmented and cannot be a separate, independent point of view.

Therefore, Feng Linwan only kept it in his heart, and did not make a more thorough inference for the time being.

Zu Xing, in the office of the secret organization base, Feng Lin was sorting out a new batch of 'virtuous' remarks and opinions.

After a period of pushing.

These opinions and arguments that have been circulating among the countries of the ancestral planet have been somewhat deduced into new meanings.

is no longer stubbornly clinging to their original set of things, biting and biting.

And with the passage of time, the strength of the galaxy civilization seems to have really become an unrealistic and unreliable legend.

Those people from the other world who left their homeland and came to the ancestral planet have also begun to truly regard the ancestral planet as their 'hometown' and regard themselves as the masters of this planet.

Sometimes it is said that the homeland is difficult to leave, and it is said that the roots cannot be changed.

Actually, it only takes three generations... It can shatter and change many inherent things.

The flames of war were once again ignited under the impetus of well-intentioned people.

War is the destroyer of civilization, but it is also an accelerator.

Whether it is an individual, or an entire civilization or country.

When faced with the problem of survival, they can burst out with unimaginable potential.

On the ancestral planet, the otherworldly civilizations have given birth to an endless stream of strange technologies and cultivation techniques through cross-integration.

Some of them are focused, and they will even really make the super high civilization of the Galaxy Age look a little sideways.

Feng Linwan put down the information in his hand.

He looked a little nervous.

He seemed to feel some kind of heavy gasp, right in his ear.

It's a delusion.

It's more like there is an invisible force that is weaving a big net by his side, just waiting for him to step into it when he accidentally steps in.

The helplessness lies in.

Feng Linwan could feel the existence of this power.

He could even perceive that there was a certain living form that appeared next to him.

However, it is not possible to locate it.

It's as if it's just his personal nervousness.

"An observer?"

"He's finally here, and he's come close to me, so to speak... The purpose of the Super Ten is about to be achieved?"

"The observers, do you really believe me?"

"And start making up your mind, a real offense?"

Feng Linwan's heart was extremely nervous.

He knew that if it was really what he thought.

That means that this... Or these observers, who could attack him at any moment.

No matter how far he has read the observer.

The gap in strength cannot be bridged by interpretation.

Knowledge is power, but there is still a process of transformation from knowledge to power.

Feng Linwan knew what Super Ten was.

Know better what an observer is.

But he was still one breath away, one breath that crossed the barrier and surpassed the past.

There are all kinds of uneasiness in my heart, but I can't show the slightest thing.

Feng Linwan instead stared at it and glanced casually in a certain direction.

This glance seems to be pointed.

But Feng Linwan himself understands that this is completely gambling.

He wasn't sure, the observer was in that direction.

However, a look that is not so sure, even if the bet is wrong, will not reveal more information.

The worst thing is to let the observers know that his 'super ten' is really fake.

As a result, he lost 'interest' in him and turned to the original surveillance.

It's no longer a face-to-face look.

The feeling of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

Feng Linwan knew that the observer was about to make a move.

That kind of thinking and consideration of existence is not something that he can fully perceive and grasp.

Feng Linwan knew that he didn't have time to wait.

So he decided... Take a gamble.

Grasp the cause and effect of Aimo Komodo, follow his fate, travel through time, and enter Aimo Komodo's old age.

Feng Linwan stood in front of the threshold of a tall tower.

Surrounded by countless students who came to study.

They have different looks, different dresses, different languages.

But what is the same is the eagerness in the eyes, and the expectation and desire for knowledge.

Follow the crowd and step into the tower.

What catches the eye is the rows of huge, towering bookshelves.

Inside the tower, it is obvious that a dimensional space has been inlaid.

On the shelves, there are naturally books of various civilizations.

And right in the middle of these shelves.

An old man with silver hair and a furrowed face was constantly beckoning to the books that were flying in the air like birds, and then waving his hand to all kinds of different words, and then compiling new books at random.

He didn't look at the students who had entered the tower, into the magnificent library.

Still immersed in his own world, he didn't pull away.

Feng Linwan didn't go to read these books, he pointed at the old man's forehead.

At the same time, there was also a force that pulled towards Feng Linwan, as if to push him into the eternal void and emptiness, and it would be difficult to get rid of it.