Ch 30 New Storyline

Once upon a time, Moniotas wanted to be like his compatriots, to immerse himself in the Divine Phoenix Fire, and to end the torment he had brought on for so many years.

Five hundred years, this is the "limit" that most elves set for themselves, and the reference to this limit is the age of wear and tear of the concept of "emotions". Emotions are a kind of consumable.

It takes those fond memories as carriers, which slowly accumulate in the first half of life, and then wear, wear, and are forgotten bit by bit in the following days. Memories with emotion are fresh, but it may take more effort to remember those new memories, and to reduce the burden of memories on the soul, those fresh memories will fade away after hundreds of years. It started to fade in his mind, and eventually only simple logic remained.

He still remembered that the first time he met the Inquisitor was in Ravenwood forest, who saved his life from a herd of demonic pigs.

But he couldn't remember what the weather was like that day, whether the air was filled with the earthy scent of the forest.

I don't remember whether there was a melodious song of birds along the branches that the wind blew at that time, so that after life and death, he could lean against a tree and enjoy a rare peace. He was saved by the Demi-God presumably human named Jeane from the hands of a demonic pig - this was the only piece of information he could remember right now. It was as if it had been written on parchment, covered with varnish and sealed forever. Dry notes only.

Sometimes he didn't even understand why he joined an organization that was so suspicious back then because of this matter, what about Watchers of the End? That's all, no matter how beautiful, bright and touching memories, after being baptized for a long time, they will become cold logic.

What could be scarier than forgetting? Generally speaking, many high elves really can't bear the memories that are getting hazy and emotions that are getting thinner after more than 400 years, and choose to participate in the sacred fire ceremony first.

It took Remedios around 400 years to completely forget the voices of her former friends, and 800 years to completely forget their faces. After that, it took him another 100 years to completely confirm that his feelings were over. Really dry.

Nothing could make him emotionally turn waves again.

He originally thought so… but… "Don't be stupid, I'm back."

As this voice echoed, Remedios' memories from the past seemed to come to life in an instant. He looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The chief judge... Sir?" but there is no way… The closed circle on his side has not yet been woven, and he has not written his will into the cyclical time, being like the rising and setting of the sun, there is a certain phenomenon in this world.

He had not connected the Jeane Monarch prior to 1008 with the concept of the Eighth Spirit, making him return to the world as the "Eighth Spirit".

Who was this Jeane Monarch-like man in front of him? "Is it really you?" He seemed a little excited, and he asked in a bit of panic. "Who else?" The man answered briefly. "But I didn't put you..." After saying this, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked directly: "So, are they telling the truth? You left us just to find a way to put yourself on the throne?" Otherwise, there was no way to explain why the other side had appeared here. The layers of time are not like water and oil separated by a clear boundary, it is more like two glasses of water poured together, containing each other. In other words, time to travel through the different levels not from one place to another, but to change one's perspective of everything in the world.

It sounds easy, but if the difficulty of getting through a world shell to another plane is getting your fingers through from the oil layer to the water layer; then changing your perspective of time is probably equivalent to discerning it with the naked eye. Two glasses of water are mixed together, which drops are poured from the first glass. At least technically, this is something that just can't be done. Only by making yourself the spokesman for the Holy Spirit, making yourself the king of the void, and breaking free from the shackles of causality and time, it is possible to appear here. "Who are they?" William muttered, and then asked directly: "You think I am a god?" The other party nodded and said: "Otherwise, how did you get here?" Jeane smiled lightly: "You also came here of your own accord, so you are actually a god too?" Remedios shook her head and said: "My situation is rather special, there are shortcuts that can be taken."

Ritual magic, anthropomorphic worship of the Holy Spirit… and the part of creation that is still intact… the soul. The Mist Spirit is a relatively complete part of the creation fragment. The people who died in it would keep reappearing. Based on this nature, some scholars speculate that it may be related to a "dead" Holy Spirit symbolizing memory, and that it may be an incomplete fragment when it is first born. And as long as they are in the spirit of the mist, humans can walk in cycles with themselves as the axis of observation, temporarily becoming part of cyclical time. If you end your life in it, you can completely become part of this time cycle. This was the reason why those who died in the fog of the Ava Continent would reappear in the world as mist ghosts. The essence of the Mist Ghost is not some strange spiritual body, but just a phenomenon. Now Remedios had stepped into it for the time being relying on this. Jeane heard this, spread her arms and said: "So, like you, I came here through the mist spirit."

I have to admit, it was a great experience. When she stepped into the dense egg-shaped fog earlier, even though Jeane could clearly feel that she was still in the throne room, the sights she could see were far more than anything else around her. Back in time on his own, William came to that afternoon one thousand and eight years ago after a long distance. This is when I leave. But strangely, or not surprisingly—this is the limit. Jeane could only see a sliver of emptiness as she retreated further, and she couldn't see her character's theoretical birth. It should be emphasized that this is not time travel, as going backwards based on circular time does not cause any changes to the past or the future. And he can only see what he "knows", and he can only "see" everything that he knows. If he wanted to make a change, he would have to expend a great deal of fuel to bend his timeline into a circular closure, fully becoming part of cyclical time.

But by then, he would become a phenomenon. Phenomena are phenomena precisely because they do not need to depend on an individual will to exist. Even if thousands of lamps were turned on at the same time to illuminate the night, night was not day – this was not something humans could change. But from another perspective, it also proves that individual will is a product of causal time. Jeane, who had a headache, didn't think about this question anymore. He looked at the image of Remedios before him, and frowned without a trace. At this moment, Remedios was like a Parkinson's patient sitting on a roller coaster, shooting a human figure through a layer of frosted glass with a low-quality SLR in her hand – only a rough outline could be seen. It's probably my countless phenomena overlapping together in the timeline. Thinking of this, Jeane looked down at her hands. A normal hand, not even the slightest ghost appeared on it. both from God's perspective, he will see a dazzling ghost and a whole person stare at each other. Jeane is not there every moment like the others at the same time, he is who he is, independent and unique. like an outsider hanging above all systems.

SORRY BUT THIS IS FILLER.!!!!!