Chapter 673: We are lonely souls trapped in the time rift

Zhang Jie couldn't tell, the world he had experienced was still too little; the outcome of each line was completely different from what he had imagined.

Are those people really me?

Zhang Jie doubted, but it was also normal; in his impression, he wasn't that cowardly type, but his other-line selves were both defeated and cowardly.

It was precisely because of this personality that every final attempt ended in tragedy.

And Lei Na was the sacrifice on these countless timelines.

Zhang Jie continued on, the fourth line, the fifth line, the tenth line, the twentieth line.

He couldn't change much; whenever he intervened, a strong corrective force pulled him back, so he could only watch those timelines end in tragedy over and over, then fade into black and disappear completely.

Only then did Zhang Jie realize that... his own this line was the so-called branch; his world was not the main line.

In every world there was Lei Na and the Mother Goddess, but Qi Yu was nowhere to be seen.

Hey, that one over there, don't flip through it randomly.

Someone called out to Zhang Jie; hearing the voice, he looked over and his eyes widened instantly.

Damn! How is it himself!

Which line are you from?

Tsk, forget it, that doesn't matter.

Come with me; I see you've been flipping around foolishly for half a day, probably you still haven't figured out which is the main world line.

That Zhang Jie had scars of various sizes crisscrossing his face, looked about thirty-odd years old, spoke in an old-fashioned manner, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, giving off a roguish air.

Zhang Jie didn't think twice, hurriedly followed; he didn't want to stay in this broken place anyway, having wandered through so many worlds without finding anyone to talk to.

Where exactly is this?

Obviously, it's a time rift.

It's about our time, existing because of us, appearing because of us, a time rift unique to Zhang Jie.

Is it because of... the light cone horizon?

Yeah, exactly; without that, there would be no so-called rift.

Zhang Jie followed the person to a structure standing in the void, countless threads running from bottom to top through it, spreading out, extending in all directions within the space of the time rift.

And among them, the central one, also the thickest, the least thread-like thing, is the main body around which all the threads are wound.

That...

Yeah, that's the main line; whether it's you, me, or other Zhang Jies, all extend from that main line.

Old Dao Zhang Jie, cigarette in mouth, pointed there.

Go check the main line, then follow the line to find.

Zhang Jie smacked his lips, feeling indescribable inside; when he learned his timeline wasn't the main line, he actually felt neither sad nor angry.

He just felt that his other selves were really having a tough time.

Everyone here wants to change their own fate; you're no exception.

Go on, don't ask my name; asking would be pointless.

Alright, this is very Zhang Jie, it's his way of speaking.

Just as Zhang Jie was about to step forward, a sudden exclamation sounded from around.

Damn! What's going on with that line!

Why did it get so thick! It's almost as thick as the main line!

Zhang Jie gazed at the cable that suddenly sprouted beside the main line, slightly thinner than that pillar of the main line, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

That thing....

Could it really be one's own line?