Chapter 680 Philosophical confusion, the world of extreme abstraction

This is too difficult.

Yan Xia is not very proficient in physics. He can make elementary things, but to fight against that seven-dimensional civilization, he must have very powerful technology. How can he build these from an atom?

Even building from atoms is far from stable.

Because atoms are made of elementary particles, and elementary particles are made of strings.

He needs to think of the level of strings to be able to completely perfect a technology.

This is equivalent to rebuilding a world.

"This should not be the rule of dreams."

"In order to create weapons in dreams that can truly affect the real world, the seven-dimensional civilization created this rule in dreams."

"If there is no difference between things in dreams and reality, then you only need to put the template in dreams in the real world."

"Genius idea."

"They can even use this to constantly test the three-dimensional space."

"This is not good news for me."

The more he thought about it, the more Yan Xia felt that the seven-dimensional civilization was invincible.

Besides, he needed to prepare everything to face that civilization in 10 minutes.

Is this possible?

So Yan Xia thought he could just wait to die.

As time went by.

Yan Xia found that the surroundings were getting brighter.

He couldn't even tell whether this brightness came from himself.

Because his four-dimensional would affect the surroundings, he thought that after 10 minutes, he should go to the dream world constructed by the seven-dimensional civilization, and then this dream would really be constructed.

Unable to judge.

Any of his thoughts would be perfectly replicated around.

"At this time, even if I think, if the scene that appears this time is the same as the first time, then it is constructed by my mind, if it is different, it is real."

"My mind will definitely let the dream construct the latter, which is unsolvable."

How to control your own thinking?

Yan Xia divided his thoughts into tens of thousands of parts, let these thoughts overlap, and hide his original intention in the deepest part.

Then he found that he had constructed tens of thousands of different worlds, and his original intention affected the corresponding world.

And all this was because he was thinking: I can do this.

Then the dream had the same feedback.

"This is an epic problem, and the most important thing is that I can't deceive myself."

How to deceive yourself is a philosophical thing.

It seems that some suggestions and hypnosis can do this, but that is just self-deception. Unless you completely eliminate your own thoughts, there is no way to change a person's thinking.

But if you completely eliminate your own thoughts, you will put yourself in a passive position.

"The most important thing is, how can I be sure that all this is not my guess?"

"The enemy may only have that layer of gel, and the dream is just a weapon. The first information I received was that I killed myself in the dream. It was his subconscious that the enemy was in the dream, so he created that dream."

"If that's the case, then I will never be able to defeat the enemy."

Yan Xia understood that when he knew that the enemy came from the seventh dimension and that the enemy even had the ability to create waves, the enemy became extremely powerful in his heart.

In the former, the enemy was really in the dream, and he needed to face a real and powerful civilization.

In the latter, the enemy was not in the dream, and he needed to face his own guesses, and he had to defeat himself.

When Yan Xia was struggling.

The surroundings were already as bright as day.

Then.

Some other colors appeared in the white.

That was the outline of the building.

No, it's not even a building, but some lines.

The extremely messy lines filled Yan Xia's vision, almost pressing towards him.

These lines can be seen in length, distance, and they are crisscrossed in this space. It is difficult to describe. There should be other things in them.

Yan Xia stretched out his hand to touch a line, but his hand entered the line. The line now became a hole, but it looked like just a line.

This is what he saw in the memory he received.

This world can only be described as extremely abstract.