Chapter 1812 Projection space? Space projection?
Empty and silent!
There is nothing common in the ordinary universe.
There are no stars, no sun, and no moon. Not even a speck of dust can be seen, let alone the rays and radiation that pervade the universe.
Complete loneliness, complete desolation.
Only Tiga is alone, floating in this white void opposite to the dark universe.
It has many names, such as twisted wormhole, tunnel of time and space, and dimensional crack. The ways and methods of opening it are different, and the results are also different.
And through the shuttle of time, what you enter is a piece of nothingness. There are no rotating colorful light spots, no distorted colorful light, and no whirlpool-like void. There is only a vast white space, the same as before. When dealing with Dizastro, the 'vortex of time' he entered was different.
“This place doesn’t really exist, right?”
Diga murmured in a low voice. After unraveling the distortion of Xue.’s world, Diga took advantage of the shuttle of time. The last strength entered this strange space.
Mainly I want to see what the depths of this space look like? What else is there?
As a result, I was a little disappointed.
The eyes are full of nothingness, there is nothing, and nothing can be seen.
Not to mention compared to the starry sky, even the desert has more things than this. The background desert has gravel and sand at least, so it is not like nothing exists.
“So, what is this place?”
Diga was quite confused. What was the meaning of existence in such a void place?
Everything exists for a reason. Even things that seem wasteful and useless have their own meaning.
Even mosquitoes may be used as food, such as mosquito cakes
But in this vast white space
Tiga looked left, right, and up I looked at it for a long time, but I still couldn't see, let alone figure out, what this space was for.
It’s not that I didn’t walk further and look for it again, but I flew for a long time without any changes in the surroundings. There was no reference. It felt like I was staying in the same place without moving, and there was no way to judge.
Of course, it might just be spinning in circles, but there is no way to know because there is no reference.
It's like putting an ant on a Möbius strip. The ant thinks it's crawling forward, but in fact it's spinning in circles.
Similarly, if you put a three-dimensional creature in a four-dimensional creation, the three-dimensional creature will feel that it is always moving forward, but in fact it has always been in the Klein bottle and has not gone anywhere outside at all. How can we see the 'world' outside?
Therefore, Tiga stopped after flying a certain distance and stopped doing useless work. After some serious thinking, he came to this general conclusion.
That is, it is very likely that you will enter a high-dimensional space, just like the fourth-dimensional space created by the fourth-dimensional creature Bruton. The strange phenomenon of going up the stairs but coming out from below can occur.
So, Diga judged that the place he was in might be a certain high-dimensional space, specifically how many dimensional spaces
Diga turned his head and looked at the white surroundings, it was true. I can't tell.
Even the world's best mathematician needs numbers to calculate, but now there is nothing but blanks.
Even if you are Conan, you cannot find the little black man by relying on your imagination without clues.
As soon as he thought of this, Diga stopped thinking, because in the endless blanks, there were several different colors. Although they were very small and very rare, among the white, they were So conspicuous and so eye-catching.
"Is color appearing? Go over and have a look." Diga immediately flew forward, and the dots of color gradually extended into lines as Diga approached, and finally became roots. The colorful long line from the horizon on the left to the horizon on the right has no end in sight, no one knows where it came from, and no one knows where it will disappear.
When Diga stopped, his field of vision was filled with long lines exuding different colors. Countless long lines intersected here, intertwined and intertwined. The entanglement gave Dega the feeling of knitting a sweater with Chinese knots. The density was so dense that one would feel his scalp numb just by looking at it. If he were a trypophobic patient, he would probably die on the spot.
"This, this. What is this?"
Diga was dumbfounded, and was extremely surprised by the dazzling array of dense ropes in front of him.
From a distance it looks like just a few dots, but up close it looks like a vast area.
The difference is too big.
If each of these lines in front of you represents a time and space, then how many worlds would be intertwined.
In comparison, Yukino's world is nothing at all.
Absolutely nothing compared to a big witch.
"What happened to these worlds?"
Diga felt that his whole person was not well. There were just a few worlds entwined together, and they were all separated. It took so much effort, but now, the number of worlds intertwined is probably dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of times that.
How difficult is it to separate them?
It is no longer the sky and the earth, but outer space and the depths of the earth.
Anyone who knows something about mathematics knows that in many cases, if the number is doubled, the difficulty is likely to increase exponentially.
So you can imagine how difficult it is to untie the ball of yarn in front of you.
But
“I can only go and see what is the reason why so many threads are entangled together!”
Diga thought in his heart, although It's very difficult, much more difficult than the games played by Reblo, but as an Ultra Warrior, shouldn't we face the difficulties head on?
After all, if even Ultraman, who possesses powerful power, retreats in the face of difficulties, then there will be no hope for the universe.
At this moment, Diga also had speculations about this space.
Thinking about it, it should be to accommodate the 'projection of the entangled world'. After all, the world itself belongs to its own place, but suddenly they are entangled together, and the fusion creates a 'projection'.
This requires a curtain to show these 'projections'. No wonder this space is filled with white everywhere, just like a movie or a shadow play. The whiter the colors, the more vivid they are. The picture will become clearer.
“So what does this ‘movie’ look like?”
Diga murmured to himself, then raised the arm holding the shuttle of time, pointing at the vast 'light area' ahead, and then turned into a beam of light, passing through the twisted 'lines' , flying towards the densest place in this 'light area', 'colliding' into the point where countless 'lines' are entangled, and disappearing in the mottled brilliance emitted by this point.
(End of this chapter)