Ronan and Ruiwen were at opposite ends of the tree hole space, chanting together. This place is not very big and the distance is not far, so it is inevitable that they will influence each other.
At first, they were basically in tune, almost echoing each other from afar. There will also be some inconsistencies in it, but they are all details that can be explored further.
But gradually, the differences in the content and rhythm of the two chanting began to become more and more obvious.
Ronan suddenly stopped talking, listened carefully to Rui Wen's voice, and then quietly stepped over, staring at the matte paper in front of Rui Wen and the neatly arranged text structure on it.
There is no doubt that that is the ancient word for ritual. Moreover, the glyph structure is intact, but it still looks like the simple dots and dashes of the previous shorthand mnemonics
Ronan subconsciously took a few steps closer and stared at the text where the mist gathered.
Raven noticed his arrival, but kept chanting.
Ronan corresponded word by word, sound by sound, and the thousands of configurations in his mind were mobilized and integrated accordingly. Coupled with the reference of the inner universe simulator interface, after a few strings of syllables, he finally realized:
What Rui Wen read turned out to have been adjusted.
It seems, seems to be more compact and neat than the original text.
This Come on, the words spoken casually by His Majesty the Emperor Wu are serious ritual texts with ancient characters, but they are actually more colloquial. Ronan was a newbie and tried to be cautious, wishing he could imitate the various tones of His Majesty the Emperor Wu perfectly.
But Raven is different. The text she adjusted has greatly reduced the colloquial elements and has become more like written language. Well, it is probably the same flavor as shown in the previous survey texts of the "Weaving Bureau".
Ruiwen has always been cold and indifferent, with an expressionless face and no fluctuation in her voice. When she read this, it seemed like she was reciting a work summary. Combined with the "difficulty in communication" described in the text, there was a vague feeling. Everything is done, the cold feeling of finality.
Ronan took a deep breath subconsciously.
Ruiwen's version is actually far from the "reproduction" he needs. The partially adjusted "glyph meaning" system is not sure whether the original flavor of His Majesty the Emperor Wu can still be found.
However, relying on his "aesthetic" formed by reading a lot of historical texts on ritual ancient calligraphy during this period, and because he had just compared the official document style of the "Weaving Bureau" survey text, Ronan vaguely felt that this was also a rare Good book.
As for how to choose...it's a crap choice!
Ruiwen had already recited it once and was about to stop when Ronan patted her shoulder lightly:
"do it again!"
Raven didn't hesitate and started chanting from the beginning.
Ronan followed Ruiwen, just reciting silently, and not comparing it with her text, but according to the one he had restored that was closest to His Majesty the Martial Emperor.
Due to thoughts, in the syllables recited by Ruiwen, His Majesty the Martial Emperor's voice sounded out of nothingness in a trance, and each word was intertwined with each other.
Raven quickly finished reading it again, but this time she started repeating it again without waiting for Ronan to remind her.
Ronan joined her, going back and forth on this.
At first, Ronan was looking at the notebook he had restored, but halfway through, he also took Raven's text into his sight. Sometimes I recite it myself, sometimes I recite it with Rui Wen, and sometimes I just rely on my memory, letting His Majesty the Martial Emperor's voice echo in my consciousness.
Gradually, the specific "form, sound, and meaning" structures of the multiple ancient ritual character texts in my vision, memory, and cognition have become very familiar, and I no longer need to worry about it, but there is a vague and
Blurred images came from nothingness, instantly filling the limits of his perception, and then passed by with a bang.
Ronan's heart was shocked, and he instantly fell into "contemplation of time and space". No matter how much he "raises" the angle of view as much as possible, looking from afar, he can still only see part of the overall grand image, a mighty and endless flow.
The familiar and fluent ancient script text of rituals has already placed the answer in front of Ronan:
Time flows!
In other words, it is the collection of all changes since the birth of the universe.
Because of its grandeur, it is vague and only a rough image. Existing here, this is the scene. Maybe if we change the "contemplation time and space", it will be another story.
No one can fully understand the truth, certainly not Ronan.
However, this was the "contemplation of time and space" he set up. Under the guidance of the ancient Chinese calligraphy text of ritual sacrifices, he instinctively captured two types of "existences" with strong contrasts in this vast and boundless image.
One is extremely large, the other is extremely small;
One is almost synchronized with the long river of time, forming the majestic main body; the other is clinging to it, like billions of dust particles, gathering into a turbid current, but still vague and unreal, gathering and dispersing in an instant.
Obviously, the big one is the ancient god; the small one is the genetic species.
In the boundless river of time, the ancient gods radiate spiritual light all the time, which is their power and their thoughts, in order to find similar people and people with whom they can communicate.
Not to mention the communication between the ancient gods, those genetic species that cling to it, facing this blazing spiritual light, are like light-seeking insects, struggling to get closer. But most of them turned into fireflies that filled the sky halfway, and then burned out.
During this period, the ancient gods have been trying to change their natural spiritual radiation. Sometimes they are completely restrained and restrained, and sometimes they are desperate and try to throw them beyond the long river of time.
Finally, in a relatively long and stable period, the ancient gods successfully transformed the spiritual radiation, as if they turned into strange spiders, constantly spinning silk, in their huge and constantly evolving bodies, in this vast river of time. , a dense network has been laid out, extending all the way from ancient times.
This is the Tianyuan Spiritual Network.
Before this new way of communication, the genetic population was still like insects, fearless of death, trying to climb along the "spider web" that was gradually becoming densely woven on the long river of time, or shaking it hard, trying to have a reverse influence.
But all this is almost meaningless.
Even the bravest and most powerful insects can crawl on the "spider web" only once in a trillion; and how can their crawling speed compare to the mighty torrent of time
Even if it seems to have a firm foothold, it is often washed away the next moment.
Even if you are extraordinarily strong, if you want to crawl forward in this "cobweb", you must reach an infinite distance beyond the reach of your "perspective".
That may be where the long river of time has washed away all pretense.
However, how much of the turbid current rushing to be the first can actually flow there
Ronan watched this desperate exchange.
When I listened to His Majesty the Emperor Wu's explanation before, some of my experiences were not very strong. The main reason was that His Majesty the Emperor Wu was describing the corresponding events from the perspective of the traditional ancient gods.
But looking at this image now, I find that the side of the genetic species, even when viewed at a macro level, seems to be very vivid.
After looking at it for a long time, I feel that prosperity is decaying, prosperity is rising and dying, it seems like reincarnation, but how can it be reincarnation
Time has passed forever, and the fate of countless genetic populations does seem familiar. But when the light of the firefly burns, no matter how small it is, its spiritual light is 99% similar, and some of it has its own brilliance. The principle of rotation and repetition
There are some extremely tiny individuals who know their fate and work harder and harder. Even if they are temporarily wiped out in the long river of time, they still have to struggle to emerge and move forward.
However, the water flows and the clouds disperse, things change and people change. In the end, there is still a deep loneliness that cannot be comforted. Like the ripples in the long river of time, it catches the eye, and then penetrates the bottom of the heart, feeling cool for a while.