Chapter 1703 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (I)

"Kama-Taj is a secret magic temple located deep in the Himalayas. It is the control center of all magic temples on the planet. It is also the residence and practice place for him and his disciples built by the last Supreme Sorcerer."

Strange's voice echoed in the room, and the picture on the screen began to become brighter and brighter.

It was a heavy snow that seemed to cover the highest peak in the world. Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, burying all the secret paths leading to the depths of the Himalayas. A team of wizards in yellow cloaks slowly walked in the knee-deep snow.

Kamar-Taj is a well-known magic temple. It is a temple located deep in the northern peak of the Himalayas. It has East Asian-style wooden architectural structures, eaves and brackets, as well as Central Asian-style pattern decorations and domes. This temple hidden in the snow makes every traveler who gets a glimpse of its true face sincerely admire its holiness.

Kamar-Taj School of Magic is located deeper in the Kamar-Taj Temple, in a hidden valley in the Himalayas that has never been visited by anyone. The entire school is built on the cliff, and countless corridors meander to the school buildings full of oriental classical charm. When the heavy snow completely covers the brilliance of the glazed tiles, it adds a bit of quaint beauty.

Countless dazzling wooden support structures support the seven main buildings of different heights, and there are countless corridors, plank roads, and iron ropes passing through them. The wizards who returned from the snow led their horses in a row and walked into the school along the extremely thin corridors carved out on the cliffs in a precarious but stable manner.

There was a small pavilion for resting about 200 meters from the deepest part of the valley, but the mages did not stop. They climbed to 500 to 600 meters in one breath, then sent the horses to the horse club there, turned left to the first plank road, and drank the first sip of hot tea in the firewood room filled with warm fire heat and herbal aroma.

"The Supreme Mage said that several new students are coming today. They are really unlucky to have such a heavy snow. Do we have to go to the village to pick them up?" One of the elderly female mages with white hair took off her hood, shook her head and blew the hot tea in her hand and asked.

Another more burly male wizard put his staff by the door and added firewood to the stove, saying in a muffled voice: "The Supreme Wizard is thoughtful. Why would he let the children go up the mountain in such heavy snow? I'm afraid that the enrollment will be postponed."

"That's good." Another taller and thinner wizard with a younger voice said: "There are more and more children. I can't take care of them. I hope there won't be another reckless kid who pokes his own eye with his staff."

"At least I can breathe a sigh of relief." The female wizard took a sip of hot tea, slowly exhaled a wisp of white mist and said: "Although the mountain has not been so lively for many years, it has obviously been a bit too lively recently. I used to like these young and energetic calves so much. Now I even think they are giving me a headache."

"Master Song! Master Song! Are you here?" A younger and more lively female voice came from outside the door.

"How many times have I told you that my last name is Song? Well, I don't expect you to call me by my name correctly." The elderly female mage known as Master Song slowly put down the teacup in her hand, walked to the door, opened it, and stuck her head out to ask, "What's wrong, Sirila?"

"Three children were teleported in from the Supreme Mage's study. They may be the new students he said would come today. Please come quickly."

"What? They are already here? We will go there immediately!"

"So how did you get them there? I mean you two." Schiller looked at Bruce, his eyes stayed on his face for a while, and then turned to Strange's face.

Strange looked at Bruce with Schiller without any psychological burden, and his eyes clearly showed that someone else was playing tricks.

"Lucifer."

The name Bruce said did not surprise Schiller at all. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa and asked, "I know it's him. I asked 'how'?"

"His childhood story is now circulating in heaven. Of course, I didn't spread it intentionally. It's just that rumors are like spring water that can penetrate everywhere and flow out from every crack."

"You talk more and more like your professor." Constantine put one leg on the other, shook his feet gently, and then said, "Don't be mysterious, genius detective."

"He wants these rumors to disappear. It's hard to say whether he is embarrassed by being seen in his childhood or he wants these memories to be enjoyed only by him and his father, but in short, the father and son agree that Lucifer's childhood story doesn't need to be known to too many people."

"So he bribed you by doing things for you?"

"He doesn't have to do this." Bruce shook his head and said, "He has a simpler way to solve all this."

"The key is timing." Schiller said thoughtfully.

Bruce nodded and said, "Gabriel disappeared. No one knows where he went. Even God doesn't know. This can be called shocking. God shouldn't be unaware of this."

Constantine paused with his fingers pinching the cigar, and said meaningfully: "God is supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent, but there are exceptions."

"It doesn't matter where Gabriel is. What matters is that God can't find him, and God wants to find him so much that when Lucifer went to find God, he came up empty-handed."

"Can you imagine? This is the first time since his fall from heaven that Lucifer has taken the initiative to find his father, and this is the first time his father is not waiting for him there. God knows he will come, but he is not waiting for him there."

"He panicked." Constantine smiled widely and said, "Lucifer, who represents arrogance, has also come to this day."

"No one in this world will always wait for anyone." Schiller sighed, and then said, "People only know how to cherish after they lose something. This is true for God and Lucifer."

"But you still didn't say why Lucifer wants to help you." Zatanna pointed out.

"Isn't it obvious? He wants to make some noise, perhaps to attract God's attention, and perhaps with some resentment and injustice, he wants to cause big trouble for himself and heaven."

"Too naive." Strange commented.

"But it's not surprising. These powerful beings who are born perfect have never suffered or even suffered setbacks because they are too perfect and powerful. So they inevitably appear light and exaggerated. This is their greatest luck." Bruce said.

"How did he help you?" Schiller asked again.

"I guessed that His Majesty the Supreme Sorcerer must have come here in some special way. I asked Lucifer what this way was, and he said that a special existence had forged a passage that ordinary people could not see."

"Did you use this passage?"

"No, because of the nature of the existence that forged this passage, only people from another universe can use this passage. We need a passage of our own."

Schiller raised his eyebrows slightly, and then heard Bruce continue: "Lucifer created a new passage, and only people on our side can use it. That's fair, isn't it?"

"Will he go to such great lengths?"

"The difficulty is positioning. Nothingness is endless, and no one can be in it. But if there is a definite anchor point, both sides know each other's existence, and the distance becomes infinitely close. "

"Time problem?"

"No problem." Bruce shook his head and said: "All universes have different time speeds, but they can be unified in observation, and the concept of distance in the universe is the same principle."

"When a universe is "known" by another, the physical distance between them is not important. When a universe is observed by another universe, then in the process of observation, their time speed must be consistent."

"It seems that this has inspired you." Constantine looked up at Bruce who was walking towards the wine cabinet to get wine and said.

"This is actually a theory that has been proposed in the physics community for a long time, but it is too early for humans." Bruce said while observing the wine in the wine cabinet: "The endless universe in the void is like particles. They are not billiard balls, and they will not be placed neatly and steadily on a certain table, but probabilities. They will not go from one point to another, but will jump between certain possibilities forever."

"When a known possibility is anchored, it appears at that point, and we can describe it through the properties of this point, that is, we "know" it. Its fixed characteristics at this point come from our cognition, and observation is a means of cognition."

"So, when we look at it, it is our concept of time that anchors it, so the characteristics of its concept of time that are the same as ours in its infinite possible characteristics become its only time-related properties at this moment, and the effect of the unification of time field theory can be achieved."

"I don't understand it at all." Constantine said very straightforwardly.

But Zatanna touched her chin thoughtfully and said, "It's as if the world I imagined must have the concept of time I have, because I can only understand this concept of time."

"It's not as if." Bruce came back with a bottle of wine, put the bottle on the table and said, "If we look at it from such a macro perspective, the extremely large universe for us is just a particle of a larger existence, then a tiny idea for us may also be a universe at a smaller level, and our thoughts, what we understand, and the concepts we have will become the rules of these thought universes."

Bruce picked up the bottle again, opened the cork and poured the wine into the glass slowly, and said in the same steady tone: "And perhaps, the rules of the universe we are in also come from the understanding of the world he is in by some higher-level existence."

Schiller's eyes flashed with surprise, he looked up at Bruce, Bruce's eyes were still so blue, but the clear and easy-to-understand colors in them became less and less.

Schiller muttered to himself in a low voice, "This is why I always regard education as a miracle. You can only plant seeds, water and fertilize, but you can't control what grows out of the soil."

Then he looked up, and when Bruce stood pouring the wine, he looked at him again. Bruce bent down, held the upper edge of the glass, and handed the half-full glass to Schiller, while lowering his head and eyes, and said.

"But a good teacher can't say that he didn't expect this, because he clearly knew that this seed was different from the others."

Schiller put the glass to his lips and sighed, "Too different."