All of Time Is Me
Zhang Sanxian immediately swept his gaze around, faintly surprised.
This pulse fluctuation, operating on some unknown principle, had actually penetrated the cube barrier, crossed the vast void at faster-than-light speed, and accurately found him.
Impressive enough.
Following the direction from which the pulse had come, Zhang Sanxian took a single step across tens of thousands of light-years and arrived before Cube No. 1333.
The moment he arrived, an even clearer and more stable pulse fluctuation seeped out from within Cube No. 1333.
Like an invisible tentacle, it respectfully circled Zhang Sanxian, vibrating with an exceptionally clear message: "Greetings, great god from beyond the realm. Thank you for answering our call."
The pulse fluctuation was extremely calm and gentle, carrying an ancient quality tempered by the passage of time.
Zhang Sanxian replied directly with his thoughts: "Magic Eye Civilization, then? Do you know that the universe you inhabit is, from the outside, merely a not particularly large cube?"
"Yes, we know, great god."
The Magic Eye Civilization's pulse reply did not hesitate in the slightest. "As early as seventy-eight epochs ago, our race had already discerned the true nature of this realm."
"Epochs?"
Zhang Sanxian frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Great god—"
The Magic Eye Civilization calmly explained, "Within Universe No. 1333, where our race resides, there exists a periodic mechanism of cosmic self-cleansing.
"At intervals that are prolonged yet not absolutely fixed—sometimes as long as a billion years, sometimes as short as ten million years—all macroscopic structures, even spacetime itself, are completely reset and returned to their initial state."
Zhang Sanxian said, "Initial state?"
The Magic Eye Civilization replied, "That is, the state in which all microscopic particles have only just been born and are at their most fundamental and active stage of quantum fluctuation,