Normal people can't understand or comprehend something like a Temporal Tide.
Don't even mention the Temporal Tide, even concepts like calculus from college mathematics are beyond the grasp of the average person.
The brains evolved by nature for humans are meant to keep them alive, not for researching universal truths or figuring out how to destroy the earth.
——Wang Yunxiao comforted himself this way.
In his view, a timeline is like a bowl of longevity noodles, usually should be clear broth with one strand of noodle to the end.
And a Temporal Tide is like a bowl of overnight longevity noodles, with noodles all stuck together, indistinguishable from head to tail, impossible to unravel front to back.
Pick with chopsticks and it crumbles.
Xiaoai sat on the sofa eating messily without any regard for image, having a sense of living for the moment.
Which was indeed the case, who knew when they'd be kicked out of this illusion, back to that wretched place, worse than death.
