Fu Qingjun's head buzzed, shaking.
He secretly cursed himself for being so scared during such a serious meeting.
Soon, he calmed down and said, "I know your philosophy, but I don't agree with it."
"Why?"
The white-robed young man became serious.
Fu Qingjun didn't say anything this time.
Soon, the other party didn't pursue the matter. "Everything in this world has its own destiny. Our current efforts may be nothing more than a joke. There are even many ancient people like you and me. They have fought, struggled, sunk, and gone crazy, but they have all welcomed their final destiny."
"Do you see it?"
Wen Ce was silent for a moment, looking at the distant universe. "In the endless universe epoch, we aren't the first, and we definitely won't be the last."
Fu Qingjun followed his gaze and looked into the distance. His eyes instantly hardened.
He saw something extremely terrifying.
In the distant void, there were sections of the empty shell of the universe. It was like a cicada shedding its skin, leaving behind a cicada pupa, like a string of beads, with no end in sight.
Were these the cicada molts left behind by the transformations of the previous universe epochs?
As the times progressed and they entered the era of the Empyreans, the birth of the universe wasn't like what the people of Earth had predicted, the Big Bang hypothesis that the universe was born through a singularity, but the Cosmic Cicada Molt hypothesis.
The birth of the universe was as follows:
When the old universe matured, the germination of the new universe would parasitize the old universe, like a tumor.
The old and new universes were like a two-way hourglass. The matter of the old universe was crazily transported to the new universe.
And the new universe was the mushroom-shaped continent that the 33 Empyreans had built, taking root in the old universe. It sucked the nutrients of the old universe, allowing the Empyreans to change the rules of the new universe and rebuild it …
Thus, the universe was a two-way hourglass, transforming and moving forward.
The successive generations of cicada molts were now arranged in a straight line like a string of beads. One could see the hazy residue of each universe. The ancestors of the universe were too shocking.
"How is it? Are you surprised?"
"This is a natural phenomenon of the universe that can only be seen from a macroscopic perspective: the Cosmic Cicada Slough."
"Creation, even if you're an old opponent from the previous universal epoch and an old friend of mine, you can't possibly see the entire picture of the universe from within the universe. You can only see it from high up," he said calmly.
Boom!
Fu Qingjun was shocked.
It was as if there were huge waves surging in his heart.
The prehistoric Black Hand pointed at the blurry silhouettes of the dregs in the distance and continued speaking.
"Based on the number of molted universes, it can be seen that the universe is not only four eras long. According to the visible range of vision and the scale calculation, the universe has metamorphosed at least 30 times."
"It has more than thirty shells."
"That's why we definitely have many predecessors from the prehistory of the universe. It's so long that it's hard to trace them back … Just like the battle between you and me, it's not the only one. There are also decaying existences like me, people who have traversed several epochs. I'm definitely not the only one."
Wen Ce closed his eyes. "However, I'm afraid that they have all failed. Following the Cicada Metamorphosis Epoch after epoch, they finally disappeared in the river of time."
Fu Qingjun didn't say anything.
He could suddenly feel the deep pain of the Black Hand behind the scenes. He looked handsome, but in fact, his heart was already haggard like a decaying old man riddled with holes.
Although Fu Qingjun didn't quite agree with his actions, he also admired such a person in his heart.
He could have used all his strength to kill him without saying a word and started a decisive battle, but he took the initiative to show him his trump card.
Upon closer inspection, the shedding remains were like meteorite dust left behind by an explosion. They filled the universe and barely preserved their previous silhouettes.
The recent Cicada Metamorphosis was obviously just born, and it was still very new.
It had just undergone a metamorphosis.
That Cicada Metamorphosis Universe was obviously the "Thought Severing Universe" of the previous era. The universe had just molted once, and it was still a new and tender universe.
However, the metamorphosis this time was very special.
The outline of the Prehistoric Cicada Metamorphosis Universe was exactly the same as the outline of the current universe.
It was like the father and son looked exactly the same, both perfect clones.
It seemed to have returned to the "past", but in fact, it had indeed come to the future of a new universe. It had indeed undergone a metamorphosis.
This was the result of Fu Qingjun's plan.
"From the looks of it, the universe is like a jellyfish, expanding and shrinking, moving forward." Fu Qingjun said softly, "Where will it move to? What is the goal of the universe? "
"I don't know. It's an even more distant endless void."
Wen Ce had obviously thought about and weighed this incredible phenomenon. "But it's obvious that its movement is regular, but it's not a completely straight line, but an arc."
The universe was indeed moving through the Cicada Metamorphosis.
The universe was too big, so big that it was difficult to move.
Although it was hard to imagine, for its size, it was like a fragile and bloated water balloon. The slightest movement could cause a major earthquake in the universe, the turbulence of the Milky Way, the formation of black holes, the destruction of living beings, and the loss of matter. It was like the inside of a balloon filled with water surging.
When it was so big, no matter how hard it looked on the surface, moving was a huge test.
However, using this Cicada Metamorphosis method to move could perfectly avoid the problem of moving.
"Do you see it? Only when you stand at my level can you discover the increasingly incredible phenomenon of the perfect universe. "
Wen Ce's pupils burst out with light. "It's obviously a dead object, but every aspect is perfect and flawless, forming its own cycle. Through the Cicada Metamorphosis, it perfectly achieves the double goals of 'growth' and 'movement'. It's simply perfect."
His expression was very much like that of a fanatic, looking at the distant holy object with longing and awe: the universe.
"Thank you for letting me know the true truth of the universe." Fu Qingjun was very grateful. "Sharing the results of the exploration of these eras with me, even if it's only a part of you, and not everything to me."
To be honest, this scene was too shocking.
The truth of the universe, if one did not stand in this high-altitude domain, would not know the true form of the universe.
Just like ancient humans standing on Earth, because of the different angles, they could only blindly guess the shape of the planet under their feet. It was a large plane, the sky was round, and the earth was round …
"Thank you very much."
Fu Qingjun bowed from the bottom of his heart.
"Daoist friend, no need to be so polite." The white-clothed young man smiled. "Then, let's end our observation of the structure of the universe. Let's sit in this palace and talk about how to cooperate."
Fu Qingjun sat down. He knew that the other party had given him the sweetness, and the main show was about to begin.
What he had always done was to use all kinds of temptations. Morality, benefits, carelessness for the common people, and his own achievements to entice him to join his ranks.
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