After returning, the first thing that came to Tang Shidao's mind was that the eighth person probably didn't know that he was back.
This had nothing to do with strength, but a difference in the meaning of existence. From an outsider's point of view, he didn't come back to life, because even if outsiders had the ability to sense it, he was now one of the manifestations of the Myriad Colors. To put it simply, what outsiders sensed was no different from the fireball of a fireball, which was a form of magic.
Even if the eighth person sensed him, he was still the Myriad Colors, not Tang Shidao.
Let's not talk about the future.
The White Beauty, his wife, couldn't be sure that he had returned. Why did she believe it? Because no matter what he said, she believed it. In a sense, his current "existence" was still in a state of disappearance. However, it didn't mean that he had completely disappeared without a trace. This was because everyone remembered him, including the ordinary people who had no strength.
To some extent, his existence was somewhat similar to the eighth person.
The eighth person had disappeared, but there were still traces left.
Similarly.
He was already dead in everyone's mind, but everyone still remembered his past and what he had done.
After confirming this.
Tang Shidao wanted to "inform" the eighth person, but on second thought, he shouldn't.
This experiment wasn't just for him, but also for the eighth person. It could even be said that it was a test for Åling and the scarecrow. As long as they knew about this test, they would all participate. Whether he was "dead" or "alive", they needed to figure it out on their own. If outsiders told them, it would lose the meaning of the test.
"Beauty, don't tell the outsiders for the time being …"
"Okay."
Tang Shidao explained a little. The White Beauty couldn't fully understand, but she had already answered.
In her heart, no matter what her husband said, he had the right reason.
She believed him unconditionally.
"But, Ah Dao, the Golden Crow and Moon Spirit …"
"I'll explain it to them."
"Okay."
At this point, Tang Shidao was relaxed. It could be said that this test was half successful, and no one knew how to take the next half step. But the direction was right. Suddenly, Tang Shidao could understand the "leisure" of the eighth person. At this stage, there was no need to even cultivate. Because the Myriad Colors was shared, he could feel the growth and changes of the Myriad Colors.
Other than himself, the others who cultivated Myriad Colors were also slowly learning and improving.
This kind of learning and improvement also became his own nourishment.
Even.
The countless dimensions that he had created were growing, and the benefits he gained from them were also constantly being fed back. It was like the sorcerers of the endless void sacrificing themselves and offering their power to the endless void. In the dimension he created, every time a power was born and destroyed, he would naturally receive a 'gift'. Under such circumstances, the increase in strength was unimaginable, and there was basically no need to cultivate.
To put it in another way.
Because of the effort he had put into his creation, there were now countless experts from countless dimensions who were 'farming' experience for him.
"Omniscient Eye …"
"Ah Dao, what did you say?"
"Nothing, I just thought of a special tree," Tang Shidao hugged the cat-like The White Beauty and recalled the Seven Legacies of the Previous Life. The manifestation of the Omniscient Eye was a tree, which had nothing to do with knowledge or eyes. In the past, he couldn't fully understand it, but now, he vaguely understood.
Now, he was also planting trees.
The countless dimensions that he had created and the myriad of colors that he had shared were all 'saplings' that he had planted.
After a period of time, they grew up.
So.
He reaped the fruits … He kept reaping the fruits.
Was the original owner of the Omniscient Eye the same? It had the power of the Omniscient Eye, and it also 'shared' its knowledge, and then like planting trees, it kept reaping the fruits. It could even be said that the Omniscient Eye that disappeared in history reappeared in someone's hands, and it could continue to reap the fruits. This kind of planting effect was endless and endless.
Besides the Omniscient Eye, would the other six items also have their own sources of power?
If there was a comparison.
What was the difference between the Myriad Colors and the Seven Legacies of the Previous Life?
"Ah Dao, are you leaving?" The White Beauty was very afraid that her husband would disappear, and the slightest abnormality would make her panic.
"No, I was very busy in the past, but I don't need to anymore. Don't worry, I won't leave. If in the past, I had to fight hard like a soldier, like a king, to protect myself and everyone. Then, now I only need to think quietly like a scholar, there's no war and danger. Even if something appears, I can 'isolate' it to another battlefield that they like. "
"Okay." The White Beauty was terrified, but she still believed.
Her husband had never lied to her, nor had he ever lied to his friends, so she could blindly believe everything he said.
In fact.
Tang Shidao really didn't need to leave.
His current state was far different from the eighth person. The eighth person didn't want to be disturbed, so he stayed away from everyone. He didn't disturb them, because no one could find him. Unless he took the initiative to find someone, otherwise, even the eighth person wouldn't know that he had returned.
Just like that.
A peaceful and ordinary life began again.
The White Beauty woke up the next day, and she was no longer in the 'Myriad Colors' that Tang Shidao created. However, she still remembered that her husband had returned. And she also knew that she could go to the Myriad Colors at any time, to the magical space that outsiders couldn't sense.
"Sister, what happened?" The Elven Empress saw The White Beauty smiling, and she was also very curious.
In the Human Emperor's Plane.
The White Beauty was Tang Shidao's empress, and she was just a concubine. Ever since that unknown existence 'informed' everyone, her sister had never smiled. Now, her expression changed.
"No, no … You'll know." The White Beauty didn't say much.
She didn't know why her husband wanted to hide the fact that he had returned, but she was completely obedient.
She would definitely do whatever Tang Shidao asked.
The Elven Empress didn't ask any more questions, and she didn't want to talk about some sad things. Like the others, the Elven Empress didn't believe that Tang Shidao had really died in battle, and only guessed that he was still in some unknown place and couldn't come back for the time being. One day, he would definitely return to everyone. For mages, nothing was impossible, and hope would never be extinguished.
Moreover.
Because of the news of his death, countless people in the Human Emperor's Plane were secretly working hard, hoping that one day they could reach that level and understand life and death.
According to the Mage Net Team:
He's not dead, and he'll come back.
He's dead, and we'll bring him back. If we can't do it now, then we'll work hard and move forward, and one day we'll be able to do it.
The Elven Empress believed these words, and she also believed in herself.
She couldn't doubt, because if she did, there would be no hope. She didn't understand The White Beauty's words, but she didn't need to understand, as long as The White Beauty was no longer sad. Maybe one day, she could understand why she said that.
Another day passed.
Suddenly, the Elven Empress' understood 'The White Beauty's words, because she saw the person she wanted to see the most.
It had to be said.
Tang Shidao was really 'free'.
Everything he did in the past was like planting countless flowers and trees, and now watering and fertilizing them were superfluous. When flowers were everywhere and trees were a forest, not interfering with them was the best help. Tang Shidao once tried to cultivate and found that self-cultivation was a little redundant. The Myriad Colors reconstructed him, and he was no longer distinguishable from the Myriad Colors.
Self-cultivation seemed to be a kind of 'retrograde'.
Letting nature take its course was the fastest and best way to improve.
Thinking.
Tang Shidao felt that the only thing he could 'cultivate' was thinking. Thinking about the known knowledge, thinking about the unknown, thinking about all the possibilities and impossibilities. During this process, Tang Shidao's every 'thought' was that he and the eighth person were two different types.
The eighth person, he was powerful, but he was also lonely.
He was like Colorless.
He wasn't as powerful as the eighth person, but he wasn't lonely. Not only in life, but also in the way he did things.
He was like Myriad Colors.
The eighth person's path was different from his, but it didn't mean who was right or wrong. It could only be said that in terms of moving forward, he had chosen a different path from the eighth person's. Perhaps, it was easier to move forward and improve faster purely like the eighth person, who lived in seclusion. However, Tang Shidao discovered during this period that he didn't like the feeling of being alone.
If the world only had one color, it would be extremely powerful because nothing could surpass it.
It was as close as the eternal night.
It was as far as the realist.
They were the supreme beings who 'covered everything' in a certain way.
On the contrary.
The seven-colored world wasn't powerful because every color could be ranked at the top, and the ones at the top could slowly fall behind. At the same time, the seven-colored world was easily covered by other things. The more complicated something was, the more fragile it was, and the simpler it was.
"Ah Dao, do you have to figure it out?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean …"
"You don't have to say it, I understand. Beauty, thank you. Your words reminded me. "In an ordinary life, Tang Shidao would also be enlightened. No matter how ordinary life was, it was actually made up of countless complicated things. In other words, as long as you were in contact with the outside world, you would definitely receive countless complicated things.
At this moment.
Tang Shidao knew one thing: the reason why the eighth person didn't know the answer.
Because … he was too 'simple'.
0 was unchanged.
No matter how 0 was added, subtracted, multiplied, and divided, 0 would always be 0. However, as long as there was a little complexity like 1, it could produce infinite possibilities in the future. Of course, change wasn't the answer, but 'unchanged' couldn't find the answer. It could be imagined that the seven people in front of him had also reached the level of the eighth person, but they didn't hide like the eighth person.
The Seven Relics of the Shang Era was actually an answer.
They might not have been left by the seven people in front of him, but they represented their direction.
Let's change our way of thinking.
The eighth person might have realized this, so he wanted to cultivate this' difference '. It could even be said that he accepted the visit of Åling, the Scarecrow, and the others to add some 'difference'. If there was only one color of the 'realist', then the world would only be black or white. He realized that he couldn't find the answer alone, so he thought of generating other 'colors'.
The White Beauty said that he had to figure it out.
In fact.
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