For the first time, Ronan clearly grasped the core logic of Grandfather's existence in this world.
It was not entirely "self logic," but a fusion of the immense and the minute amid the rumbling advance of spacetime shifts: a unification of the operating logic—or "format"—of the individual, society, and the world.
However, the external force was too powerful, far beyond any individual's limits. In the end, Luo Yuandao had been unable to resist it, gradually losing his inner drive and becoming, to some extent, a puppet of the Tattered Divine Cloak.
Judging by the actual circumstances, he had also become a "record book" of the interactions between forces on that level.
Even if he recorded only a tiny fraction.
Luo Yuandao lived in the Real World, yet a considerable part of him was not bound by what ordinary people considered "the logic of reality." Instead, it was directly driven by the Tattered Divine Cloak.
For the old man, it was more like a "lucid dream" that had lasted for decades.
This manifestation undoubtedly added more detail to this spacetime's past.
Yet Ronan was not looking at the details now. He looked at changes in spacetime and the evolution of society, then brought his focus back to Luo Yuandao... and the people around him.
Yes, beneath the fine bristles of the brush "inking" the scene lay not just Luo Yuandao, but others affected by his peculiar behavioral logic.
More specifically, they included Luo Zhongheng, Bu Qingwen... and Ronan.
It was not a particularly unusual answer, and it felt very familiar to Ronan.
Yes, it was like the three long lines that constructed the Grand Coordinate System. They seemed to intersect, but were always offset, drawing ever closer yet always falling slightly short, unable to achieve a perfect intersection at a single