Chapter 1668

"Kamar-Taj is a hidden magic sanctuary located deep in the Mount Ximalaya. This is the central control center of all magic sanctuaries on Earth, and it is also the place where the previous Sorcerer Supreme established his residence and practice with his disciples."

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 submerge the highest peaks in the world. Countless complex snowflakes fell from the sky, burying all the hidden paths leading to the depths of the Mount Ximalaya. A team of mages wearing yellow cloaks walked slowly in the knee-deep heavy snow.

Kamar-Taj is a well-known magic sanctuary, a temple located deep in the northern peak of the Mount Ximalaya, with East Asian-style wooden architectural structures, flying eaves, and dougong, as well as Central Asian-style pattern decorations and domes. This sanctuary hidden in the heavy snow makes every traveler who can glimpse its true face feel a sense of admiration for holiness from the bottom of their hearts.

Kamar-Taj Magic Academy is deeper in the Kamar-Taj sanctuary, in a hidden valley in the Mount Ximalaya that has never been stepped on by anyone. The entire academy is built against the cliff, and countless corridors wind and meander toward 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 ancient beauty.

Countless dazzling wooden support structures hold up seven main buildings at different heights, and countless corridors, trestle roads, and iron chains pass through them. The mages returning through the snow lead their horses in a row, walking along the extremely narrow corridors chiseled on the cliff in a posture that is precarious but steady, and walk into this school.

About two hundred meters from the deepest part of the valley, there are small pavilions for resting, but the mages did not stop. They climbed to a height of five or six hundred meters in one breath, then sent the horses into the stables there, turned left at the first trestle road, and drank the first cup of hot tea in the firewood room full of warm stove heat and herbal fragrance.

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

Another more burly male mage placed his staff by the door and added firewood to the stove, saying in a muffled voice: "Sorcerer Supreme is thoughtful, how could he let the children climb the mountain in such heavy snow? I'm afraid the enrollment will be postponed."

"That's fine too." Another taller and thinner mage with a younger-sounding voice said: "There are more and more children, and I'm a bit unable to manage them. I hope there won't be another little careless person poking their staff into their own eyes."

"At least take a breath." The female mage took a sip of hot tea, slowly exhaled a wisp of white mist, and said: "Although the mountain hasn't been this lively for many years, it's obviously a bit too lively recently. I used to like these young and energetic calves so much. Now I actually dislike them for 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 said it, my surname is Song. Well, I don't expect you to get it right." The elderly female mage known as Master Song slowly put down the teacup in her hand, walked to the door, opened it, poked her head out, and asked: "What's the matter, Shilila?"

"Three children have teleported into the Sorcerer Supreme's study. They might be the new students he said were coming today. You'd better come over quickly."

"What? They've already arrived? Let's go over immediately!"

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

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

"Lucifer."

The name Bruce said did not surprise Schiller at all. His fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa, and he pursued: "I know it's him, I'm asking 'how'?"

"Stories about his childhood are circulating in heaven now. Of course, this is definitely not something I intended to spread, it's just that rumors are like mountain spring water that permeates everything, flowing out from every gap."

"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 it's because he feels embarrassed to have his childhood awkward things seen, or he wants these memories to be enjoyed only by him and his father, but in any case, this father and son unanimously agree that Lucifer's childhood stories don't need to be known by too many people."

"So he bribed you by helping you do things?"

"He actually didn'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 has disappeared. No one knows where he went, and God doesn't know either. This can be called shocking. God shouldn't have any places he doesn't understand."

Constantine's fingers holding the cigar paused, seemingly pointing at something, and said: "God should be omniscient and omnipotent, but in fact, there are exceptions."

"Where Gabriel is doesn't matter, 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 made a wasted trip."

"Can you imagine? Since the fall, this is the first time Lucifer has taken the initiative to find his father, and it's also the first time his father hasn't been waiting there for him. God knew he would come, but he wasn't waiting there for him."

"He panicked." Constantine revealed a big smile and said: "Lucifer, who represents arrogance, also has today."

"There is no one in this world who will always wait for someone." Schiller sighed lightly, and then said: "People only know how to cherish after they lose. God is like this, and Lucifer is also like this."

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

"Isn't this obvious? He wants to make some noise, perhaps to attract God's attention, and maybe he also carries some resentment and injustice. He wants to find big trouble for himself and heaven."

"Too childish." Strange evaluated.

"But it's not surprising. These powerful beings who are born perfect are too perfect and powerful, so they have never suffered, not even setbacks, so it's inevitable that they seem light and flashy. This is their greatest luck." Bruce said.

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

"I guessed that this Sorcerer Supreme must have come here through some special way. I asked Lucifer what this way was, and he said that a special existence forged a passage that ordinary people can't see."

"You used this passage?"

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

Schiller raised his eyebrows slightly, and then heard Bruce continue: "Lucifer created a new passage that only people from our side can walk. This is fair, isn't it?"

"Would he go to such great lengths?"

"The difficulty is positioning. The void is endless, and no one can find a clear direction in it, but if there is a determined anchor point, and both sides know of each other's existence, the distance becomes infinitely close."

"Time problem?"

"Not a problem." Bruce shook his head and said: "The time flow rates of all universes are different, but they can be unified in observation. The distance concept of 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 flow rates must be consistent."

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

"This is actually a theory that has long been proposed in the physics community, it's just too early for humans." Bruce said while observing the wine in the wine cabinet: "The endless universes in the void are like particles. They are not billiard balls, they won't be placed neatly and steadily on a table, but are probabilities. They won't reach one point from another point, but are eternally jumping in certain possibilities."

"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. The fixed characteristics it has at this point come from our cognition, and observation is a means of cognition."

"So, when we cast our gaze on it, what anchors it is our concept of time, so in its characteristics of infinite possibilities, the characteristics of the concept of time that are the same as ours become its only characteristics in terms of time at this moment, which can achieve the effect of time field theory unification."

"Didn't understand at all." Constantine said very simply.

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

"It's not as if." Bruce walked back with a bottle of wine, placed the wine bottle on the table, and said: "If viewed from such a macro perspective, the universes that are extremely huge to us are nothing more than particles of even more huge existences, then the ideas that are tiny to us might also be universes on a more tiny level, and our ideas, what we understand, and the concepts we possess, will become the rules of these idea universes."

Bruce picked up the wine bottle again, opened the stopper, poured wine into the glass unhurriedly, and said in the same steady tone: "And perhaps, the rules possessed by the universe we are in also come from the understanding of some more advanced existences about the world they are in."

A trace of surprise flashed in Schiller's eyes. He looked up at Bruce. Bruce's eyes were still so blue, but the clear and easy-to-understand colors in them were becoming less and less.

Schiller talked to himself in a low voice as if no one else was there: "This is why I often see education as a miracle. You can only plant seeds, water and fertilize, but you cannot control what exactly grows out of the soil."

Then he looked up, and when Bruce was standing and pouring wine, he made eye contact with him again. Bruce bent down, pinched the upper edge of the wine glass, handed the half-full wine glass to Schiller, lowered his head, lowered his eyelids, and said.

"But a good teacher cannot say that he has no expectation of this, because he clearly knows that this seed is different from all the others."

Schiller pressed the wine glass against his lips and sighed: "Too different."