Shi Tianyi naturally had no way of sensing Zhao Cheng's gaze. When he woke, everything he had previously seen on Platinum Earth had already transformed into another form within his heart. They were no longer concrete "forms," but merely a few sparse, simple lines.
Those lines outlined an inscrutable three-dimensional character. Though its strokes were exceedingly simple, each and every stroke seemed to contain the entirety of the Dao.
Shi Tianyi still remembered that he had gone to a strange place before, yet he could not recall what that place contained. He still remembered everything he had seen turning into countless frenzied lines, and those countless frenzied lines returning to these few sparse strokes, but he could not remember what those countless lines had looked like before, nor exactly how they had transformed.
"Perhaps this is the convergence of high-dimensional information..."
Shi Tianyi thought.
The path he walked was itself a miraculous road created through the mind and high-dimensional spacetime.
Under such circumstances, he naturally possessed much understanding of higher dimensions.
Even if most of that understanding was wrong—after all, how could the writings of low-dimensional life possibly describe the state of higher dimensions with precision?!
Indeed, even if high-dimensional beings personally wrote works describing higher dimensions, low-dimensional life would still be incapable of fully comprehending them when studying those works.
Errors were normal. All low-dimensional life needed to do was grasp the fragments of higher dimensions that they could understand.
As far as Shi Tianyi knew, among the immortal scriptures and Daoist canons of many cultivation worlds, whenever they were passed down by immortals for mortals to cultivate, they were all low-dimensional versions. Only after completing a dimensional leap could one truly understand the ultimate truth of the immortal scriptures and Daoist canons, and unleash their true wonders.
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