A creature with space as the main axis, when he is still at a certain point in space, although he is motionless from the perspective of the axis of space, his time is still flowing, and his position in space is fixed and motionless. The longer, the more time will flow.
Then, think about it the other way around. For creatures that take time as the main axis, when they are not moving at a certain position in time, space should continue to expand and flow!
In other words, although this state of death is fixed at a certain position on the time axis, the space it is in is constantly expanding. The longer it stays, the larger the space.
This state of death has been here for an unknown period of time, and the size of the space is probably beyond imagination!
This is a question that the Time Institute and the Badler Wizard did not mention.
Only by being in it can you realize this.
After all, it is too difficult for a creature with space as the main axis to imagine the various changes in the main axis of time.
On this day, I did not move forward any more, but stayed where I was, and made marks on nearly a hundred trees around me, and then stared at the marked trees.
Sitting in a certain position is an extremely boring thing in itself, and I have been staring at the trees, and I can't see clear changes.
I decided to take a break.
These days, I have been moving forward without stopping, nor sleeping.
For a wizard like me, there is no problem even if I walk on for another month without sleep or rest.
Some people say that the white-robed wizard in Phnom Penh has been separated from the human in the purely conceptual sense, and is more like a kind of superhuman.
I don’t know if this statement is correct, but compared with ordinary humans, wizards are undoubtedly superhumans, even the lowest-level apprentice wizards. When they learn the first spell, they are already drawn to ordinary humans. A distinct line of isolation.
The wizarding world has always had a radical tendency to believe that wizards are the future of human development. There are many people who want to establish countries or even planets ruled by wizards.
I have to say that this is a very creative idea, but they all overlooked one thing. Governing a country is not as simple as learning spells. A good wizard can not be a good manager because he puts too much energy into the study and research of spells.
Wizards governing the country can only be thought about.
In fact, we should learn from Milliken. All wizard groups have shrunk behind the scenes and only send agents to link up with various capital groups to exert influence on the White House and Capitol Hill, guide policy actions, and seek benefits for themselves.
Although the present Milliken is a mortal country on the surface, in fact, the wizards here are the real rulers. Those big bosses who come to the forefront, whether economic or political, are nothing more than their push. The puppet that came out.
I have always envied Miliken’s fellow wizards, but this kind of thing is not envious. Miliken is said to have a super powerful wizard ruling everyone, and there is no such wizard in Europe, just like the country is full of large and small. There are countless small wizarding organizations, and no one is convinced, and even a trivial matter can break the blood.
I set up the tent and slept.
There is no sense of time change here. All time counting instruments, including mechanical watches, are all still, not to mention the difference between dark and day.
There is no day, no dark sky, only eternal dusk.
The half-round red sun hanging at the end of the western line of sight has neither risen nor descended, as if someone had stuck it there firmly with glue.
This sleep just felt like a long sleep, but the quality of sleep was not good at all.
Especially I had a dream.
In the dream, a blood-red eye has been staring at me, full of malice and hunger, as if looking at a plate of delicious food.
I am very scared.
After becoming a wizard in Phnom Penh, I was so strong that I had forgotten the feeling of fear.
For a long time, nothing can scare me.
But this time, I felt fear in my dream.
That eye has been staring at me, motionless.
But I know that the reason it doesn't move is because it's already eyeing me.
When predators hunt their prey, they will patiently lurch waiting for the opportunity. As soon as the time is up, the predator will jump up and launch a killer attack.
The owner with that blood-red eye had already stared at me and entered a hunting posture. When the time came, he would pounce on me and eat me.
So what is this opportunity
I woke up from my dream, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I could still see the red eye.
This shouldn't be a dream, or it's not an ordinary dream.
The red eye should be real.
It is a predator on the timeline!
Just as a space axis creature, even though I entered the time axis world, I still couldn't see the time axis creatures.
So the world is so quiet.
It's not that there are no creatures here, but I can't see them. They should be able to see me, maybe close at hand, but I can't see them.
The predator has already focused on me, but will not go out without any certainty.
It is waiting for the opportunity.
If I want to leave here alive, then I can never give it a chance!
I checked the trees around.
The result is not unexpected.
There are no marks on trees that look the same.
I chose the direction I came from and walked back.
After walking about fifty meters, I saw the sign I made before.
The logo looks new and hasn't changed. It just moved more than fifty meters for no reason, and the original position was all occupied by new trees that seemed indistinguishable.
These new trees did not grow, but emerged.
I don't think I can find this problem even if I don't sleep.
I haven't slept before, and I have been moving forward, but I haven't noticed any changes here.
The grass and trees around you will change endlessly every moment, and the naked eye can't recognize where they came from.
As a creature of the space axis, it is impossible to observe the subtle changes in the time axis at all.
And small changes are often fatal.
In this case, I don’t think I’m the opponent of the predator, because apart from dreaming, I can’t see it at all, and even if I see it when dreaming, I have no way to deal with it. I’m not like that. A dream mage who specializes in cultivation, I can't cast any spells in my dreams.
Now I am in a dilemma.
Moving on, it is possible that I will never find the target, but if I retreat here, although I am sure to return to the border zone, I don't want to endure the ridicule that comes with it. (End of this chapter)