Chapter 685 New Yan Xia

A new Yan Xia stood in front of him.

Yan Xia looked carefully for a week and found that he was indeed very similar to himself, at least in appearance.

But what Yan Xia needed was actually his core.

He needed to have a certain spirit of dedication like himself.

Even more extreme than him.

Does Yan Xia really want to devote himself?

No life wants to die, especially before there are unfinished things.

In his previous narration, he gave Wharton a perfect self, which can make the self he imagined more perfect.

The low EQ is called sainthood.

The real saint.

At this time, the imagined Yan Xia's eyes moved, and then looked at Wharton.

He had a feeling of looking down on the world.

There was a wisdom in his eyes.

It perfectly fits an identity, that is, the feeling of the protagonist of a novel or a TV series, planning and strategizing.

Yan Xia felt very patterned.

Because there is no such person in reality, he can often come up with many very perfect suggestions, but these suggestions are never a sudden inspiration, but a plan that has been polished, integrated, and finally formulated.

The time required is unimaginable, and it has to be calculated in hundreds of years.

This is not the state of a protagonist at all.

The protagonist in any work should be able to make decisions in a very short time, and these decisions should be flawless.

At this time, the imagined Yan Xia gave people such a feeling.

Anything will be easily resolved in front of him.

"Wharton, I already understand your idea."

"For the entire three-dimensional space, for the eternal survival of my federation, I must contact that seven-dimensional civilization, whether it is good or bad."

"But I can clearly feel now that I am still in the third dimension, and I can't contact the seventh dimension."

The imaginary Yan Xia said to Walton.

Walton couldn't solve this problem either, and it directly pushed the task to Yan Xia.

"I don't know the feeling of cross-dimensionality, and I can't know the feeling of cross-dimensionality. Before I imagine it, you should tell me something about the feeling of dimension."

Yan Xia didn't tell Walton at the first time, he naturally had his own decision.

"This is not something that can be figured out by just thinking, but requires personal experience."

"You can't form something you don't know here, but I have a way to solve this problem."

"It's actually very simple. I just need to lead it to the seventh dimension for a tour. You know the objective fact that it can go to the seventh dimension, so you have a certain probability of creating me who can go to the seventh dimension."

This is not in line with common sense.

But Yan Xia definitely has his own understanding when he said this.

Wharton is worthy of being a Bo Jue, and he quickly figured it out.

"You think the whole dream is actually a whole. Since this is a whole, it will also participate in the creation of creation."

"It records a Yan Xia that I imagined can go to the seventh dimension. If I imagine it again, it is very likely to follow the template of Yan Xia before to create?"

Wharton had never guessed about this before.

When Yan Xia mentioned this possibility at this time, it instantly felt that the prospects were broad.

"What else? If dreams need to be built from the most primitive place again and again, then the dream world cannot be created at all."

"That's too much work. That seven-dimensional civilization can never build a huge war machine in the dream world."

This is equivalent to rebuilding an advanced civilization.

And it's a rebuilding from the elementary particle stage.

The time required is simply huge.

From this, Yan Xia thought of this possibility.

Of course, he had tried to make some things before, and he found that he would be much easier when he built the same thing the second time, so he came up with this idea.

"It's really exquisite. Is this a world that already exists or a world that is carefully designed?"

Wharton was confused.

If this place is primitive and natural, then it should be very rough.

But if it is carefully designed, then the seven-dimensional civilization's control over this place is too poor. Of course, on the other hand, it can also be said that their ability is too strong, creating something that they can't fully control.

"Why can't it be a combination of the two? Dreams have always existed, they are just an extension of consciousness."

"The most powerful thing about this seven-dimensional civilization is that it creates things in dreams that affect reality."

"Okay, it's time to start the plan."

"I need to go to the seventh dimension with him, and you need to see the changes when it enters the seventh dimension."

As he said this, Yan Xia had already left Wharton's body.

The original cells reproduced automatically.

This is the world of consciousness, and Yan Xia can control the meta-cells at will.

He reconstructed himself, even wearing clothes.

He looked at the imaginary Yan Xia, and the two looked at each other.

"Tell me, how do I enter the seventh dimension?"

The imaginary Yan Xia always has a sense of pride, even if he is facing the real Yan Xia.

This is the character imagined by Wharton, and it is also what Yan Xia intended.

"It's very simple, accept my memory, and I will give you the meta-cells."

This Yan Xia is just Wharton's imagination after all, and he can't know everything about Yan Xia's true self.

Yan Xia didn't intend to give him everything, he only needed to know that part of the seventh dimension.

After reaching the seventh dimension, all he needs is to search and keep searching.

Yan Xia gave it Yuan cells.

After accepting the fantasy of Yuan Cell, Yan Xia's body changed instantly, or rather it was not a physical change, but a change in angle.

Although human eyes can only see two dimensions, it becomes three dimensions through information processing.

But this does not mean that things like touch and smell are also in two dimensions. The extra parts of your body cannot be without touch, so after entering the seventh dimension, you can obviously feel the differences around you, but you cannot see them.

The change is subtle, but is still there if you look closely.

At this time, Yan Xia observed an emotion appearing in the distance, and it was coming here.

Fantasy Yan Xia also observed this, which is what Yan Xia and Wharton talked about.

"The enemy is coming!"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Yan Xia said to Wharton: "That's all. We will all die soon, and your task is to keep going and create me one by one, maybe ten thousand, maybe one hundred million, or It will take me billions of times to find that opportunity, or it may never exist.”

"I wish you good luck next. If you can leave here, you can still see the other me."

Yan Xia was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, Wharton suddenly asked: "Is everything you told me before true?"

It is also suspicious.

Yan Xia didn't look back and flew in one direction.

But in his place, he left behind a flying civilization text formed by smoke that he imagined.

"certainly!"