Galactic Tech Empire

Chapter 711
[Losing makes people feel cherished.

To tear apart the beauty of the world is the sympathetic association of tragedy.Intelligent creatures are always full of contradictions, turning a blind eye to the beauty in front of them, but never forgetting Venus with Broken Arm.

Why? Many people don't care about their parents during their lifetime, but after their parents pass away, they burn a lot of incense and paper.

Is it guilt? Is it morality? I don't think so, but for peace of mind.

No matter what you do at this time, you can't restore the loss, not only those who died, but also the beauty of the past.

Why let the beauty become incomplete before regretting it? Perhaps this is the paradoxical characteristic of intelligent beings. ]
Huang Haojie closed his notebook, the garden in front of him has been with him for tens of billions of years, and many of these succulents have evolved in various ways.

Recently, he has been busy with various things, such as fighting other level [-] peak civilizations, or studying the mysteries of time, so it is rare to come to the garden to relax today.

The sea breeze near the coast gently blows the wooden windmill, and the windmill creaks and drives the gears, turning the wind energy into mechanical energy, and the stone mill disc slowly grinds the grain.

The jingling wind chimes, Huang Haojie on the rocking chair looked into the distance, the clouds were shining orange under the sunlight.

He relaxes his whole body and mind, integrates into the rhythm of life of the whole planet, and imagines himself to be everything in nature.

The reef on the beach bears the moodiness of the waves; the rose under the corner of the wall endures the greediness of the red spider; the frogs by the pond are waiting for the moths of small insects to catch the fire.

It's all a timeline.

Every thing, every atom, every wave is a timeline.

what is the future
The future is what is coming now, but will never come, this is the future.

Huang Haojie looked back suddenly, as if he had been sublimated.

He was immersed in this feeling of unity between man and nature.

The sunny maple leaves are dyed red by the autumn wind.

The maple leaves fall lightly on the bluestone board, and the hexagonal snowflakes dress Wanli sadly in silver.

The warm south wind melts the ice and snow, the broken branches and leaves turn into spring mud, and moss crawls in the gaps between the bluestone slabs.

The dragonfly is sitting on the moss, chewing slowly on the delicious food, and the lotus in the pond is about to bloom, and suddenly there is a sound of frogs.

The lotus flowers and red lychees reflect the sun, and the cicadas sing and the forest is empty.The round osmanthus flowers moisten the longan, I don't know when the leaves will fall.

rocking chair.

Dust accumulates day by day.

The wood gradually rots under the wind and rain.

In the vicissitudes of life, I don't know how many springs and autumns have slipped away quietly.

Gradually, the succulent garden was deserted, the windmill stopped working, and the small villa was full of creepers.

Volcanoes erupt, plates move, land sinks into the ocean, and sediment builds up layer by layer.

He has become a fossil, or he has merged into the whole planet, every atom is him, every thing is him.

Whether it's a humble grass, a towering snow peak, a ferocious beast that roars up to the sky, or an unspeakable bug, it's all him.

Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall.

After a new rain, the rot in the soil encourages the growth of fungi, and mushrooms grow everywhere.

Insects eat mushrooms, and woodpeckers knock open pine trees and swallow the fat white bugs in one gulp.

Suddenly the poisonous snake sprang out, and the woodpecker was killed by the poison. The poisonous snake that had a full meal became the dessert of the honeypot in the end.

A meteor streaked across the sky.

The sky is turned upside down again, the clouds are dark, one era passes, and the new era evolves a new life again, and the cycle is repeated again and again.

until one day.

Huang Haojie felt that the planet was him, and he was the planet. The persistence of hundreds of millions of years and the humanity left in his soul made him wake up again.

Atoms recombine into molecules, molecules form cells, and cells accumulate into bones, muscles, blood, organs, hair.

He returned to the world once again.

But once again, he finally saw his mind and understood the avenue of time, and he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the stars moved, the rain returned to the stratus clouds, the red leaves turned green, and the surrounding scenery was receding.

His small villa is still there, the windmill is still working, and the succulents in the garden are still so cute and cute.

He allowed time to go back in time, but he did not use the spar of time and space. This is because of his own power to reverse time and space.

But Huang Haojie looked at everything in front of him, but he felt lingering fear.

If he didn't wake up during that period of the unity of man and nature, the consequence would be to merge with the universe and become a part of the universe.

It is equivalent to becoming a Taoist and merging with the universe, which means that he will "death" in disguise.

After all, the universe is a ruthless and ruthless existence. Once he completely merges with the universe, his personality will be assimilated by the universe.

Fortunately, he woke up at the last moment. In fact, he was able to wake up smoothly this time, thanks to a setting he made a long time ago. He set up an emotional and memory backup in his soul meme.

It was this backup that allowed Huang Haojie to restore his personality at the last moment.

He also didn't expect that this occasional vacation would bring him into the unintentional state of harmony between man and nature, and Huang Haojie, who was deeply immersed in it, was almost assimilated by the universe.

However, risks come with rewards. After such a terrible risk, he successfully comprehended the Way of Time.

He snapped his fingers again, and in an instant he came 100 billion years later.

"You came."

"I am coming."

Huang Haojie and his future self face to face, and then they merged into one, his soul is quietly transforming, the future, the present, and the past are trinity.

His meme base is no longer a helix, but a series of interlocking rings.

Moments of eternity, the past timeline and the future timeline are converged at the present time point, Huang Haojie becomes a loner, and in the long river of time, there is only one him.

No one can know his past, no one can predict his future, he only exists in the present.

With a thought, he returned to the front of the small villa again. Although all the timelines were closed, Huang Haojie returned all the timelines after completing the ascension.

Because at this moment, he no longer needs to worry about other people attacking his past, and the ascension of the Trinity has made him a real five-dimensional creature.

Everything in the four-dimensional universe can no longer threaten him, because he is the universe, and the universe is him.

No one can really destroy the universe, unless it is other five-dimensional creatures, but Huang Haojie has already learned some of the rules of five-dimensional creatures, so there is no need to worry about five-dimensional creatures for the time being.

However, the trinity of five-dimensional creatures does not mean immortality, because the future has an end, even if the timeline is closed, death is still inevitable.

However, after gathering countless selves, Huang Haojie's lifespan has actually reached tens of trillions of times that before. From a human point of view, this lifespan is no different from eternal life.

"Loyalty."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, go prepare some pastries and black tea."

"Ok."

In fact, he could make these things appear in front of him with a single thought, but Huang Haojie gave up. After all, what fun is there in life if he does this.

After a while, Zhong prepared pastries and black tea.

sunset.

Zhong suddenly felt that there was something different about his master, but he couldn't figure out exactly what was different.

(End of this chapter)