A twisted triangular pyramid.
The mottled surface is like a spider web, with each edge crooked and extending into messy lines, with black probability clouds like ghost fists sandwiched in between - like the strange skeleton left by a metamorphosis creature.
But Keqier could still recognize the shape of the devil's heart. The shape of the "coordinate system" of numerology. Belongs to Ishaint Sinkardstu.
He had seen snippets of numerology before. Sometimes it's an unstable image, sometimes it's a sudden thought that pops into my mind. But that’s not the true face of numerology.
What is the difference between coordinate system and classification method, and anchor point vector method? How should we distinguish between dreams and reality, and how should we look at them?
Ke Qier felt that he finally found the answer - the name "Peeping the Devil" misled everyone. Instead of looking from the distant void with the metric, neutral, third object's third horizon, we should look deep into the origin of the coordinates and see from their perspective.
In this way, dreams and reality no longer matter.
With this kind of gaze, whichever direction you look at is “real.”
"Maybe, your guess is right..." Moro Yelifu sighed softly. Ke Qier was briefly using her as a coordinate system to directly communicate with her remaining will. "This may be what we really do when we materialize the dream. I think you also used this method to convert my will." Gathered together again..."
"Yes."
Nesis may have foreseen all this. Keqier thought. He must have foreseen it. He said you will talk to her again.
"My will... has been completely broken up and turned into the basic particles of this new land." The silver dragon said leisurely, "Thank you."
"I should thank you. Beautiful Miss Silver Dragon. Thank you for letting me enter your heart."
To achieve such a condition of going deep into the origin, using the coordinate system of the target as the coordinate system of observation requires "passage" and "understanding".
Maybe Nesis doesn't need a pass. Ke Qier thought again. Of course, his observation of numerology cannot be as penetrating as the omniscient eye. He is an ordinary angel and will be subject to all the limitations of energy creatures, and as Cha has said before - angels are always inferior in knowledge because they are all super subjective.
But we know enough for now. Hope that's enough.
Keqier was thankful that he was now harmless.
"Why did you choose nine of the five paths?" He could already see the intersection of numerology slightly, which also contained traces of the past, but he still couldn't help but want to ask. This is the right choice, so right.
"Because we need a new world. A world that doesn't repeat the mistakes of the past. A world that's no longer isolated in the universe."
"What about the Creation Triangle?"
"It's too stable. Stability has brought us to the end of the Cradle of the Dreamer. The end of the Cradle of the Dreamer is part of the end of the world. What we need is not a new Cradle of the Dreamer. But a new world. Nesis, Lanler I have learned about the intersection of Wen and Ruimugange and the changes in the pan-plane from Ichaint.
The infusion of Nesis into me also made me more aware - which also allowed me to resist the invasion of Modon's hive mind.
Once I knew, I couldn't pretend I didn't know. If the world no longer exists, the Dreamer's Cradle will no longer exist, and my people will no longer exist. "
"You make me sincerely admire you." Keqier said sincerely. "You have endured too much suffering and torture. But you still did not choose the path of destruction. You have a pure soul."
"you flatter me."
Moroje River chuckled, "I will engage in some small deceptions, sometimes I will be very proud, and sometimes I will be painful and aggrieved. But I cannot choose the path of destruction.
"I know. Because there is no destruction and division in your heart. No matter how much stimulation you receive, you will not develop such a tendency. All attempts to torture you and force you into crazy resentment are in vain, but will make your Push it away with a peaceful heart. In any case, I sincerely apologize for the series of rude treatment my friend has given you..."
"He should indeed be sorry. But only to me, not to the world. I think he should also know that those stimulations cannot defeat me. So those rough treatments..." Moroje River paused, "I am now Think of them as a different kind of reminder.”
"So...you forgive him?"
"No. I will never forgive him. Not even if he apologizes to me personally."
The silver dragon let out a melodious laugh - Keqier had never heard Moro Yelifu make such a relaxed voice. The fatigue had completely disappeared from her tone, making the listener feel peaceful and natural.
"You condensed my consciousness, kind angel. It is Moroje River who is talking to you now, me as an individual.
As a young, proud silver dragon, how could I forgive such a demon? For the sake of this world, I helped him establish a pure plane - Wei Xing Qi Meng. This was my last hope as the cradle of the dreamer, and the choice made by the dream eye of the ancestor dream.
But the first level of Wei Xing Qi Meng will always belong to me. It is the starting point to connect to the cradle of the old dreamer. No one can take it away from the dragon. He will never enter my kingdom. I will turn away when we receive him back, and I will spit on his grave when death overcomes him. "
Silver Dragon's voice was calm, as if he was just stating a fact.
"I'm really, really sorry." Ke Qier also lowered his voice, "I can't describe it in words. But... please forgive me, I can't be 100% on your side."
"You just have to be on this side of the world."
"I will. Thank you."
The conversation is over.
Both the dragon's consciousness and the angel turned their attention back to the outside world. Their conversation did not take more than half a breath - because both of them spoke directly at the origin of the Moroje River coordinate system without experiencing any transmission loss.
Everything happened very quickly.
There was nothing in the material vision; in the energy vision, the plane channel was closed around them, Moroje River was a sizzling silver-white air mass, and they were rushing forward; in the legal vision, Keqier saw The triangular pyramid like the monster's skeleton was sandwiched between two things - a huge black twisted fan and a gray-white fog that looked like an environmental disaster. The volume of the two was between 300 and 500 times the size of the triangular pyramid.
Fortunately, he can see clearly now. The three kinds of numerology are not static, but are numerology lines that slowly swing out like jellyfish floating in the sea. The triangular pyramid and the black and white collide, bursting out a continuous, string of small explosion-like probability clouds.
"I will catch him." Moroje River suddenly said. As the ancestral being whose dominion and influence spans across the Starry Plane, she can see further than the angels - only in matter and energy, of course - but that's enough.
Yicha should be not far away from them and is coming here along the plane passage.
Soon, this was doubly confirmed.
