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Chapter 481 The Past of the Story

On the continent of Teyvat, "Visitor from another world" is not a surprising term.Subject to its own laws, most people in the Seven Kingdoms are aware of this existence, and many people have come into close contact with them.

Perhaps because of the existence of something, most of these visitors from other worlds are similar to the Teyvats themselves, so they can also quickly integrate into this world.

There are visits from such existences in the Seven Kingdoms, and a relatively large number of them undoubtedly belong to Liyue Port.

Because foreign trade is extremely prosperous, and its footprints are all over Tivat, many people who are unfamiliar with this world will be recommended to come here.Huge information and complex humanistic feelings are the easiest for [people] to immerse themselves in, and Liyue, as the capital of trade, naturally does its part.

It's just that for some reason, almost no visitors from other worlds have come to Liyue since about ten years ago.What I have to say is that Kong has broken a record in the past ten years.

Originally Ningzhe thought it was just a coincidence, but after talking with Yunfu in white, he seemed to understand something.

After the disaster that destroyed the entire Ning family was over, Prince Yan personally suppressed the impact of this incident.But in terms of Morax's handling of things, it is absolutely impossible for him to just suppress this matter, maybe he has made some arrangements in the dark.

For example, some kind of action that can restrain the people outside the sky.
"Once upon a time, there was a creature from another world."

"The world he lives in has no elemental power, no darkness everywhere, no so-called [World's Strongest], and everyone is a mortal."

"Perhaps it's some kind of compensation. The world burdened him with a fragile body, and at the same time gave him wisdom that is difficult for ordinary people to follow."

"But his frail body restricts almost everything. His wisdom is locked in a dark cave, and he can only see the light of the outside world through the cave."

"...Later, he picked up a pen."

"With his wisdom and the pen in his hand, he successfully reached the top of the mountain in the mortal world and became [Hall without combat power]."

"He became a kind of benchmark, the world will be touched by his pen and ink, and people will pray for this man who is trapped in the dark."

"—but there are no gods in that world."

"The load on his body is getting heavier day by day, and the pen in his hand is getting heavier day by day. Finally, one day, he can't even hold a small pen."

"For him now, even the glimmer of light at the entrance of the cave is blocked, and he can no longer see the outside world clearly."

"The irony is that his mind is still clear, and the world has not taken back the wisdom bestowed on him. But even he who has difficulty getting up and raising his hands, how can he speak out the wisdom in his mind?"

"So, he started [thinking]."

"On the first day, he started thinking about himself."

"Clear mind, weak body, I am [human], but a crippled one."

"In my mind, the galaxy and the universe are covered, and the heaven and earth are mysterious, but in reality, I can't even set foot in the garden of the hospital."

"I imagined a fairyland of sleepwalking, and the soft and moving roses like poetry whispered in my ears. I was surrounded by elves with long ears, and they decorated beautiful dreams with dazzling accessories like stars in their hands."

"I imagined the city in the deep sea, the sound of ancient clocks from that dark and deep ancient city-state. The past that no one has stepped on is whitewashed with mysterious fantasies, but the unknown future is gradually unfolding in pairs of eyes. dissipate."

".Are you saying it's ridiculous?"

"I haven't even seen the beach with my own eyes, and I haven't even been to the garden downstairs. But I can imagine one wonderful world after another in my mind."

"My friend, is this [fantasy]?"

"The next day, he started thinking about the outside world."

"Is his wisdom innate, or is the world bestowing on him with pity on his body?"

"If it is bestowed by the world, then this [wisdom]. The only [wisdom] that supports him to survive in this world still belongs to him?"

"Ha ha."

"Just imagine, my friend."

"A person who can't even control his own body, can he guarantee that he can control his own consciousness?"

"If his own consciousness itself is constructed by others, is he still [him]? Then can he prove that the world that emerges in his mind is indeed what he thinks?"

"...he couldn't prove it."

"Because he has never even seen a beach, but imagined the sea, and visited the mysterious ancient city of the deep sea; because he has never even seen a garden, but imagined a fairyland in his dreams, and picked soft roses."

"All of this is brought about by his mind, and his consciousness also comes from his mind. At this moment, he is doubting all of this, doubting the source of everything."

"My friend, what do you think he will do?"

"On the third day, he started thinking about the whole world."

"What exactly is [World]?"

"Is it made up of everything he touched with his body, or what he imagined in his mind, or is it a blend of the two?"

"If it is perceived by his body, then [the world] only includes hospitals, corridors, cafeterias, and the streets he walked when he was not so weak."

"If it is imagined in the mind, then [the world] has not only a dreamy fairyland, but also a city full of neon lights, as well as mysterious monuments in the deep sea."

"If the two are blended together, then...then this world will be too boring."

"What do you think, my friend?"

"For the rest of his life supported by his body, he has been thinking about the answer to this question. Until the end of time, he finally came up with his own answer."

"—[Imagination]."

"If his life is destined to only stay in a small space, then his [world] must not be just this space."

"Wherever the imagination can reach is his world; wherever his fantasy shapes, he has set foot."

"The dreamy and wonderful fairyland, the dark ancient capital under the deep sea, and the city with neon lights are all proofs of his existence, and they all constitute his world."

"Then, my friend, let us return to the original question."

"Do you think his [consciousness] belongs to him?"

"Do you think the [answer] he finally came up with is his own?"

"Do you think his wisdom was bestowed by the world, or constructed by himself?"

This story is selected from an autobiography from another world.

It was never published and the book was not discovered until after the author's death.

This autobiography is called "Past Events Beyond Time".

His author is Ning Zhe, a soul from another world.

(End of this chapter)