Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Luo Kunlun's self-transformation has an impact on the outside world, but this impact is indirect, covert, and non-destructive.

However, at a higher dimensional level, his actions create faint ripples in spacetime at the sixth dimension.

This ripple can be detected by other six-dimensional beings, which is equivalent to lighting up a signal of a new node in a higher-dimensional perspective.

To higher-dimensional beings, it would be as conspicuous as a candlelight in the dark.

It's like a "point" that can't be categorized suddenly appearing in a picture full of straight lines.

With the abilities of the progenitor, it was impossible for him not to notice this slight movement.

They had just descended from the sea of ​​possibilities that encompassed countless different sources and directions. In their perception, the six-dimensional spacetime was nothing more than countless open books. The beginning, development, turning point, and conclusion of each timeline, and the birth, death, prosperity, and decline of each parallel world, were as clear as the lines on their palms.

It's like God's library.

If three dimensions are a book, four dimensions allow you to turn the pages, five dimensions are a bookshelf, six dimensions allow you to observe every book on the bookshelf, and seven dimensions are a library.

In the eyes of the progenitor, just a moment ago, a very faint "abnormality" flashed by, like an ink spot that should not have been there suddenly appearing on a calm page of a book.

"Interesting." The chief ancestor's "voice" was deep. "What was that fluctuation just now?"

In an instant, perception spread out, like an invisible net, sweeping across every corner of space and time, every timeline, and every existence.

"It seems to be there."

Following their senses, their gaze fell upon an inconspicuous timeline.

The world's trajectory unfolds clearly, from the beginning of time to the height of civilization, and then to interstellar travel, everything follows a predetermined path without the slightest deviation.

In the middle of that timeline, a being called Human stands at the top of the world, looking down upon the masses below.

His breathing was excessively steady, just like the countless four-dimensional beings bound by cause and effect in their memories.

The timeline extends from his birth, stretching seamlessly into the future, without a single trace of breakage.

They can see everything about his past and his future. Countless possibilities branch out at the end of his worldline, each growing according to the logic of cause and effect.

This is just an ordinary four-dimensional being, firmly bound by the timeline and anchored by the causal chain, completely unrelated to the anomaly they had just detected.

No exception.

As far as the eye can see, there is everything that a four-dimensional being should have.

A linear timeline, clear causal anchors, and a future enveloped in possibilities.

"Strange," the progenitor who had been frowning earlier murmured, "Could it be that our perception was distorted when we descended to this dimension?"

"Perhaps it is the tide of the Sea of ​​Possibilities that has disturbed the ripples of spacetime in the sixth dimension," another progenitor said calmly. "Let's go, there's no need to waste time on such insignificant characters."

"That way, we won't cause any trouble."

Afterwards, a hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of that being, but it did not delve into it further, only recalling what it had seen in the sea of ​​possibilities.

Above the six-dimensional spacetime lies a sea of ​​possibilities.

Above that, however, is not a realm they can tread.

The progenitors of the heavens did consider advancing to higher dimensions, but that realm was too far from humans and too close to gods.

God is the unspeakable.

It was an extreme danger, invisible and intangible, yet undeniably real, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all higher-dimensional beings.

Getting too close to God is like a moth drawn to a flame, courting its own destruction.

Some timid ancestors even transformed themselves into two-dimensional beings, curling up in a flat world in exchange for a sense of security.

Rather than pursuing some elusive higher dimension, preserving one's life is the safest choice.

This is also a survival principle.

They are more concerned with avoiding risks than with expanding their power.

the other side.

The moment the perception of the progenitor of all heavens swept over him, his miniature topological spacetime bubble had already been compressed to its limit.

The outermost causal projection layer perfectly replicated all his characteristics before the transformation, even the slightest energy fluctuations were exactly the same as his past self.

His core consciousness was submerged at the very bottom of the spacetime bubble, as quiet as a speck of dust.

Luo Kunlun only breathed a sigh of relief after the aura of the ancestors had completely dissipated.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

What just happened was extremely dangerous.

The progenitor was indeed quite powerful.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

He used a layer of his past self to deceive the eyes of all the progenitors of the heavens.

It can't really be called a scam; the other party simply didn't care, which was a major factor.

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After that, Luo Kunlun began a new experiment.

After completing the transformation, he has broken through the four-dimensional barrier and reached the realm of a six-dimensional being.

The core of four-dimensional beings is their ability to observe a complete linear timeline, but they cannot break the chronological order of time, nor can they freely interfere with their own possible branches.

Lokunlun, through quantum phase synchronization collapse, superimposes all the past, present, and future states of his own timeline into a quantum whole without any order, which transcends the linear constraints of four dimensions.

Furthermore, by reversing the creation of self-referential structures through causal anchors, the unidirectional causal traction with the original timeline is severed, and possible branches of the external timeline can be observed, just like watching a movie.

This is a typical example of overtaking on a curve. Luo Kunlun did not become a six-dimensional being through natural evolution or a higher-dimensional original process. Instead, based on a four-dimensional quantum human, he forcibly separated himself from linear time through technological means and artificially ascended to a six-dimensional-like being.

They are fundamentally different from true six-dimensional beings.

Lokunlun's six-dimensional state depends entirely on the maintenance of a micro-topological spacetime bubble. Once the structure of this spacetime bubble is broken or its energy is exhausted, his quantum whole may fall back to a four-dimensional state, and his existence is not based on a solid foundation.

At the boundary of their capabilities, six-dimensional beings can freely traverse and intervene in any possible branch, and can actively modify the direction of the branch.

Currently, Luo Kunlun can only "observe" the external timeline. If he wants to guide other possible "other selves," he will need to explore additional methods.

Finally, it's a difference in perspective.

Six-dimensional beings have a global and instinctive understanding of six-dimensional spacetime; they can intuitively comprehend the connections and causal relationships between all possible branches.

Lokunlun's six-dimensional vision is a technologically granted and localized ability. He gained the right to observe after an "upgrade," and his understanding of the six-dimensional rules needs to be gradually deepened through subsequent exploration, rather than being innate.

In many ways, he was merely a six-dimensional being-like, not a true six-dimensional being.

Even so, it was enough for Luo Kunlun to enjoy.

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Within the miniature topological spacetime bubble, Luo Kunlun's consciousness, like a bird breaking free from a spider web, experienced for the first time the freedom unbound by any cause and effect.

His perception penetrated the membrane of the spacetime bubble, extending towards the timeline network of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Each of those crisscrossing ribbons represents a possible universe, and on each ribbon, there may exist a "Lokunlun".

On some of the ribbons, "he" was a soldier who died unexpectedly in a war, leaving no trace behind.

On some of the ribbons, "he" died peacefully in his mortal body, never even glimpsing the vastness of the heavens.

On other ribbons, "he" took a completely different path.

Or perhaps, their entire worldviews are different.

Countless possibilities and countless "him" emerged in Luo Kunlun's perception.

Luo Kunlun gazed at these parallel versions of himself, looking at each and every different world.

Countless "Luo Kunlun", countless lives, countless completely different worlds.

Some choose the path of technology, piloting interstellar warships through nebulae. Others stray into mysterious realms, teetering on the edge of madness. Still others lead unremarkable lives, tending a small shop, watching sunrises and sunsets, and passing their days in quiet obscurity.

At the same time, he discovered a common phenomenon.

That is, Luo Kunlun himself is a time traveler, and he has traveled through time more than once.

Nanomachines are proof of the second generation.

But strangely, among the other possibilities, he was just an ordinary person born and raised in the countryside.

There are no memories spanning different worlds, no assistance from nanomachines, and no space within the brain.

Some live a life of working from sunrise to sunset in agrarian civilizations, while others live as ordinary citizens in the interstellar age. Some even have similar faces but lead completely different lives.

In the lives of these "him", there were no extraordinary adventures of time travel, no heaven-defying opportunities, only the most ordinary birth, aging, sickness and death, and the most common joys and sorrows.

Everything was as ordinary as could be.