Fifty years later, Wang Qi felt impatience for the first time.
It was an indescribable emotion. Wang Qi knew that he should not have been impatient—or rather, that anxiety was meaningless.
Everything he cared about had already been discovered. The "place" where he now stood had reached the end of time.
If his theory was wrong, if there was an error in his model, and black holes could not traverse time, then everything had already happened. No matter how impatient he was, it was meaningless.
And if his theory was correct, then he had no need to be impatient at all. No matter what, once he crossed the second Event Horizon, he would be able to change history.
But emotions were truly difficult to explain.
The thought that there was now a finite but immense gulf between himself and the past he had lived through made it difficult for him to restrain himself.
Only after a hundred years did Wang Qi finally grow accustomed to this emotion.
He could no longer change anything.
So he returned to his usual state of mind.
"Now that I think about it, the only ways to obtain control authority over Celestial constructs like Quasar Dragons and labyrinths would be to acquire it by chance from another Celestial construct, or from within the labyrinth itself..."
Qi Union had not told him how to obtain authority over the labyrinth.
This was the greatest difference between the Retrograde Committee and ordinary Wang Qis.
But the one question was: how had "Wang Qi" obtained permission to use the labyrinth?
Of course, if "Wang Qi" authorized "Wang Qi," forming a logical closed loop for Wang Qi, without beginning or end, that was not impossible.
But Wang Qi felt that this was somewhat out of character for "Wang Qi."
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