Sword and Magic and Taxi

You can't see the rising and setting of the sun, the full moon or the waning of the moon in the cave. You can't feel the change of cold and heat or the withering and prosperity of all things in the cave. Time here seems to have frozen. The water dripped from the stone pillar above the head into the black underground river, and then flowed away with the quiet water. But if you want to use this as a method of timing, you will definitely feel that time is fast and slow, and it has lost its meaning.

Perhaps because of this influence, Zhao Mai was unable to time travel in the green dream. He cannot travel into the past to see his father in Winterfell like Bran, nor can he foresee the future like the Three-Eyed Raven. He is trapped in the present, a prisoner of the present. He can't find any barrier that separates the present from the past and the future, let alone a breakthrough.

The blood in your body has never flowed in this world, no wonder I couldn't see you before. The Three-Eyed Crow's voice was a little excited, because he solved a question that had been bothering him for a long time: You really came out of thin air! Here, you have no fathers and no maternal line. Just like a tree has no roots, it naturally has no past as a seed. This is why you cannot see the past.

Then why can't I see the future? Zhao Mai said: I don't need to have a child to see the future, right?

My blood comes from the ancestors, tracing back the bloodline, all the ancestors are relatives. Although I have it, I don't need to leave my biological children to reach the future. But without the past, there is no future. Three-Eyed Crow Said: That's why you can't find the original White Walker.

Is Bran going to follow the bloodline of the White Walkers in his body to find the White Walkers? Will there be any danger? Zhao Mai pointed at the three-eyed crow and said: I'm warning you, he is just a child. The White Walkers use babies to cause trouble. If you make me angry, if you take advantage of Bran, I will also eradicate you.

I wouldn't do that. Bran is my direct descendant and has the same name as me (Brandon Stark, nicknamed Bran). I will only do it when he is ready and has enough training. That's why I let him do this. It's just that I'm worried that the child's talent will make him proud and let him try to cross the safety line.

Then warn him in advance. Let him know the consequences and make him alert. At this time, Zhao Mai suddenly thought of a question: Although the root of my bloodline is not here, what will happen if I must look for it?

No one knows, said the Three-Eyed Crow, but I guess your efforts were in vain.

Zhao Mai shook his head. He still remembered that Zhong Jianbai said that the ability of the Three-Eyed Crow might be used as a mechanism for time travel communication, and maybe that's how it came about. After he thought about it, he began to experiment and tried hard to return to his parents. Then, everything happened.

When he came to a new green vision, this time, everything around him was dark, pure darkness, like a universe without stars, and there was no way back. There was no light or temperature in the universe, and a deathly loneliness surged up, surrounded him, and penetrated into his heart. He didn't need the Three-Eyed Crow's warning. He knew that once he was completely frozen, he would really die here and drift down alone forever.

Xiaohua?! Zhao Mai called, but there was no reply. Normally she would come with him at this time. Zhao Mai looked around blindly. There was nothing in the absolute darkness, and he couldn't tell the direction at all. The heartbeat gradually slows down, and when it stops beating, the sense of time disappears.

Darkness, darkness... Zhao Mai murmured to himself: Since there is no light, then I will light up here!

He no longer suppressed the frequency of the natural force and began to transform into a white ball in his mental state. The transformation did not occur, but light poured out of him and became a light in the universe.

Wherever the light went, shadowy images appeared, still changing. It's a bit like a movie screen projected on a water screen, but the brightness is very poor, making it difficult to see clearly. Zhao Mai continued to strengthen the natural force until the white light emitted by his body became dazzling, and now he finally saw it. It was not one picture, but a superposition of countless pictures. In every picture, he is himself, doing something different. He looked carefully and found that he was not himself in every picture. There were always slight differences. Moreover, he seemed to be doing things he had never done before, and he seemed to have never seen the people they were seeing.

Zhao Mai stretched out his hand, touched these pictures, and then heard the sound. Similar to him, but not exactly the same, every one of them. It contains information about his childhood, present and future, but none of them actually happened to him. At this time, he finally understood that this was himself in countless parallel worlds, different selves arising from countless possibilities and changes in choices.

Yes, of course I am the one who has inherited my blood recently. Zhao Mai looked around, and wherever his light could illuminate, there were images of himself. He wanted to see if there were more pictures further away, and then found that he could move. Of course, it's also possible that these images started to move, and he couldn't strictly tell them. But fortunately, with himself as a reference, he was finally able to move.

With light and energy, he finally no longer felt cold, and his body gradually regained its vitality. He kept accelerating his speed and shuttled through the dome movie composed of parallel selves, as if he had experienced his own life countless times. There is a clear illusion slowly coming to my mind, as if what happened in the image has really happened to me, all the scenes in it are immersed in my own place, and all the feelings in it are the same as my own.

When this feeling came over him, he suddenly discovered something strange. You must know that all the surrounding pictures are moving at the same time as you move, and the pictures are relatively static. But Zhao Mai found that there was something in the distance that seemed out of sync. It didn't move when the picture moved. That was the second reference point he found in space, and he flew toward it.

After getting closer, he discovered that it was a black stone slab with a width, length, and height of 1:4:9. The surface did not reflect light or emit light, and it was absolutely dark. Against the dark background, this kind of thing should not be visible at all, but Zhao Mai can clearly feel it, as if something is calling.

He flew around the stone slab twice, unable to detect anything strange, until he touched the surface. The surface of the stone slab was as warm as jade, and for a moment he thought he had touched water. A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the stone slab, and then the stone slab reflected Zhao Mai's figure, like a mirror.

It wasn't the first time Zhao Mai looked in the mirror, but this time was the strangest. He scratched his head and said hello to himself in the mirror. The shadow inside made the same move, then suddenly glowed and disappeared.

Countless spells appeared on the surface of the black stone slab, violently pouring out like an erupting volcano, and then spreading like lava. These spells have no effect on Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai can grasp them at will or penetrate them according to his own wishes. But the movies of the parallel world can't bear it. Wherever the lava of the talisman touches, that image will disappear and melt into the lava.

No. No. This seems to be something bad! Zhao Mai wanted to stop it, but was unable to stop it. After only a few breaths passed, there was no more pattern of the parallel world. In the end, only myself and my own reflection reappeared in the black stone slab after the talisman lava disappeared.

The stone slab vibrated, suddenly shrank and became thinner, and buttons and screens emerged from the surface. In Zhao Mai's surprised eyes, the slate turned into his mobile phone and flew into his hand.