Qinglian’S Heart Is Covered, Fate Meets Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Thousands of aspects of life, high-dimensional viewing

After experiencing the freedom of creating scripts at the Almighty level, and the novelty of starry wine bars and dimensional adventures in unknown civilizations, Qinglian and Gu Baifei actually felt a bit tired – after all, no matter how much fun they had, without the mundane fetters of “asking for something but not getting it”, it would eventually lose some flavor.

Qinglian twisted a piece of ginkgo leaf brought from the small world of the mortal world with her fingertips, and suddenly sighed: “Even though there are houses and cars in thousands of small worlds, and I can switch identities at will, without the worries of birth, old age, illness and death, my life feels a little less exciting.”When Gu Baifei heard this, he looked down at the sadness in her eyes, and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms: “How about experiencing a mortal life?Just be an ordinary mortal and experience birth, old age, illness, death, joys and sorrows.”

The two hit it off immediately, and immediately gathered all their divine power, transformed into countless mortal couples, and dispersed into the mortal world in different time and space and different countries.In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River in modern China, they were an ordinary couple who opened a small teahouse. They fell in love from youth to gray hair while guarding the fragrance of tea. They bickered over firewood, rice, oil and salt, worried about their children’s studies, and sat side by side in rocking chairs at dusk, counting down the trivial matters of their lives. In a medieval English town, they became a tenant couple in a manor, plowing the fields under the morning dew, accompanied by the moonlight.The light weavers will be worried about a sudden plague, and they will gather around the bonfire after the harvest to share the sweetness of ale with their neighbors; on the future interstellar immigrant planet, they will become ordinary interstellar workers, huddled in cheap capsule apartments, working hard for a house overlooking the planet’s aurora, and they will hold hands on their days off and go to the planet market to buy an artificial lotus flavored cone.

The wonderful thing is that no matter which time, space or country they are in, they will always rely on their tacit understanding and vision beyond the past to gradually accumulate wealth in their respective mortal lives, and have “excellent configurations” that fit the local era. In a modern city, there will be a bungalow overlooking the river and a high-performance car.But these material things that others can only dream of are already a thing of the past to them, and their mortal life has faded away from their almighty status. What really attracts them are the greetings from neighbors, the hugs of their children, the anxiety of illness and the joy of reunion. It is the human fireworks that are full of shortcomings but extremely real.

After experiencing the complete life of dozens of mortals, from birth to old age, experiencing the pain of life and death, and the sweetness of family reunion, when the two returned to the powerful level again, a new boredom arose – after all, no matter how perfect a mortal’s life is, they cannot escape the established life, old age, illness and death. The more they have experienced it, the more they understand the context.

Qinglian swayed her legs boredly, lying on the observation deck of high-dimensional civilization, looking at the light and shadow of countless civilization levels below, and her eyes suddenly lit up.It turns out that on top of the powerful civilization they live in, there are countless even grander high-dimensional civilizations. The existences in those civilizations are “arranging scripts” in a more mysterious way – they are not like the Qinglians who personally go into battle, nor are they simply creating small worlds. Instead, they use “the rise and fall of civilizations” as pens and “cosmic overlapping” as paper, turning the rise and fall of galaxies and civilizations into ups and downs.

For example, the existence of a certain high-dimensional civilization is using the birth and death of a star as a timeline to orchestrate a civilizational game that spans hundreds of millions of years: how primitive tribes get out of their caves, how interstellar civilizations span light years, and how they go to destruction when resources are exhausted. The intrigues, love, sacrifice, and…Betrayal is a hundred times more grand than all their previous short scripts; there are also high-dimensional beings that actually combine the rules of different civilizations, allowing magical civilization and technological civilization to meet on a narrow road, the collision of dragons and mechas, and the game between wizards and scientists, staging cross-civilization showdowns that exceed imagination.

“Look over there!” Qinglian pulled Gu Baifei’s sleeve and pointed to a light and shadow, her eyes full of excitement, “That civilized script actually allows mortals to awaken the power of great power unintentionally, but they have to struggle between ordinary rules and extraordinary power. This is nothing compared to me.The mortal life we have experienced is much more interesting!” Gu Baifei looked along her fingertips and saw the mortal protagonist in the light and shadow, holding the power of awakening, performing a drama of protection and struggle in the neon lights and dark nights of the city, and his eyes also showed interest.

The two simply settled down at the Gao Dimensional Observation Deck and became the most comfortable “spectators”.They will lament the destruction of a certain civilization, cheer for the reunion of a pair of interracial lovers, and when they see the exciting points, they can’t help but discuss the plot direction in a low voice.Occasionally, they will quietly add some innocuous opportunities to the “minor characters” in the high-dimensional scripts – such as letting a down-and-out scientist pick up a lotus tree from their small world to help him break through a technical bottleneck; letting a lost wizard encounter a clear spring with lotus fragrance, which healed his obsession.

These small actions are nothing more than insignificant variables in a high-dimensional script, but they add a little more fun to watching the drama.The eternity is still long, but when they no longer insist on participating in the battle in person, and instead watch the grand drama of the changes in the universe and the rise and fall of civilizations in high-dimensional civilization as bystanders, they find new pleasure.

Qinglian leaned on Gu Baifei’s shoulder, nibbling on the lotus-flavored snacks brought from the Star Territory Restaurant, while pointing to the newly opened “Interstellar Alliance Machiavellian Drama” in the light and shadow, her eyebrows creasing with smiles: “Look at this new script, it’s much more exciting than what we wrote before!” Gu Baifei lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her hair. His eyes were full of indulgence: “You like to watch it, we can watch it here for a while longer. If you get tired of it, we can find new fun.”

Gao Wei’s light and shadow are constantly flowing, and civilized dramas are staged one after another. In their stories, she will always guide the new plot with great interest, and he will accompany them with a smile. In the endless time, every novelty will be turned into tenderness exclusive to the two of them.