Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 366 The Sound of Time
The Holy Embryo is the nexus between the physical body and the spirit, and is also a specialized sensory organ. In addition to balancing the mind and body, its main purpose is to capture traces of the fundamental things of the universe.

Elemental magnetism, force energy, and celestial distance all have the power to act on matter. Therefore, by using the corresponding object as a medium, one can perceive the force and thus listen to the origin of the universe.

The problem with the "Sacred Embryo of Time" is that both the force and the medium of action are unclear.

Lin Bo had listened to the whispers of the All-Net Beacon, and he thus knew that pure time is the collection of all events in the universe, without the distinction between past, present, and future.

The structure of time is not a river that never flows back, nor an arrow that never returns. In fact, reversing time is never a pipe dream for spellcasters, it's just very difficult.

In fact, the structure of time is like a network. Every event has infinite possibilities for development, branching into countless tributaries. And the infinite tributaries of countless events intertwine, and all the possibilities are superimposed to form a main stream.

This main stream represents the direction of the most probable event, which is the decisive moment in history, that is, the present moment that all people know and feel.

Lin Bo can now determine the force of time, which manifests as a kind of difference. Things undergo deformation and qualitative change every minute and every second, such as weathering and wear or decay and fading. This is the "force" of time.

The medium that can capture this power of time is not a clock, because a clock simply runs at a constant speed and does not display time itself. The marks of time aging and wear on a clock are the true "timekeeping devices".

Time can be detected by any of the senses, but the only true medium is consciousness.

When intelligent beings deliberately pursue eternal immutability, they immediately perceive the mutability of time. The passage of time manifests itself by shattering people's illusions of eternity. It is both an illusion and a very real force at the heart of the universe.

When these historical traces combine with elements of wonder, they can create a relatively stable echo, which gathers in the relics.

Lin Bo silently deduced that he already knew how to design the Holy Embryo of Time.

At the core of this sensor is the spiritual brain, which needs to build a memory bank to record the state of things every minute and second, repeatedly trace its origins, and capture the changes that things undergo over time by comparing history and the present. As long as one is aware of this pattern of change, one can explore the passage of time itself.

Signal collectors can use smell and taste, and smell is the longest-lasting and most profound memory, carrying the richest amount of information.

Scent factors are tiny fragments of things, and the Holy Embryo of Time collects these tiny fragments to record their state. Even colorless and odorless objects, as long as particles can be extracted and absorbed and savored by the Holy Embryo, will form a unique scent.

In addition, sight, touch, and hearing can all serve as auxiliary senses.

Ultimately, it is consciousness that plays a role.

Because consciousness itself can capture time, even before the sacred embryo has condensed, Lin Bo can still vaguely capture the ancient sacred words it speaks.

Standing in the courtyard, old Tim's snoring drifted from the second-floor window, like an old engine, sometimes working, sometimes not, intermittent. In Lin Bo's memory, the snoring would gradually become duller and weaker, until it turned into a soft sigh.

The old Tim he knew was dead, but the old Tim here was still alive. The gap between memory and reality was like a crack, faintly revealing the power of time.

Time, speaking to the Dharma Master through ancient sages, tells that all things have infinite possibilities for development, but the present reality, formed by the convergence of causes and conditions, ultimately has only one form. Beneath the surface of true history, the possibilities of buried events are vast.

These possibilities are deeper than the vast ocean of the universe, and even the gods can only glimpse a corner of them.

Lin Boneng could see Old Tim's past and future in the whispers of time. These images unfolded in his mind, turning into a garden filled with countless projectors, each projector playing a buried history.

Some projected images are clear, indicating a high probability of reality. For example, Old Tim lived a few more months and received medical assistance from the mage, allowing him to enjoy his later years in peace.

Some projected images are blurry, indicating an extremely low probability of being realized. For example, when Old Tim was young, he made a fortune and became a wealthy businessman in Jinbei City.

Linbo's consciousness wandered through the garden of his mind. He could not witness all the possible projections one by one, but he could easily find the true trajectory of old Tim's life.

Once he has refined the sacred embryo of time, the scenery within this garden of time will become even more boundless and limitless. At that time, he will be able to discern the seasons from a single leaf. The past, present, and future of all things will simultaneously manifest within the passage of time, like reading the lines on one's palm.

Lin Bo and the Grand Master worked hard to deduce the necessary incantations. Once they had organized the general ideas, the remaining work was simply to fill in and refine them, and they would no longer need to return to this time and space to experience the Voice of Time.

The Lighthouse Academy's graduation exams proceeded smoothly and steadily.

Auditing students began submitting their papers.

The high priest gave a brief critique: "Pass." "Fail." "This one is good. It's acceptable."

The trainees either cheered or looked dejected.

Lin Bo finished his simulation, opened his eyes, and turned around. It was already afternoon. Old Tim woke up and checked his work progress.

“Very good, kid.” The old Night’s Watchman flashed his crooked, missing teeth and praised loudly, “You work very efficiently; you seem like someone who used to be a watchman.”

Lin Bo laughed and replied, "I do look after the lighthouse back in my hometown."

“With your skills, you can find work anywhere. I suggest you go to town and find some work. Being a night watchman is a waste of your talents.” “I promised a friend I would stay at the lighthouse.”

"So how did you end up here? Shipwrecked? Famine?" Old Tim grumbled. "Since you promised someone, you have to go back to your own tower and earn money to buy a ticket home as soon as possible."

“Yes, I should go now.” Lin Bo nodded, looking at the dark-skinned old man in front of him, and said softly, “I am very grateful to you.”

"It's just a meal."

"Sometimes a person just needs a meal to survive."

Old Tim laughed heartily, stepped forward, and patted Lin Bo on the shoulder. "You're very young. Young people are afraid of hunger, afraid of poverty, afraid of everything. You can stay with me for a few days if you want. I won't let you go hungry, so you won't be afraid, right? Go and explore with peace of mind."

"I'm leaving." Lin Bo whispered a secret, exclusive real name into Old Tim's ear.

The old night watchman's eyes suddenly changed, like a child gazing at his father, and like a father gazing at his child. He felt a sense of rebirth, and at the same time, he felt that his days were truly numbered.

Tim watched Linbo leave, seeing him push open the low gate of the courtyard, walk out, and disappear from sight.

The assessments for Lighthouse Academy have all been completed.

Regardless of whether they passed or failed, the archmage gave them graduation gifts, such as books and notes, magical materials, or a few practical spells.

The magic language dictionaries rewarded from story quests are distributed to your inventory via the network. These dictionaries are rare items of light gold and dark gold quality, capable of amplifying spell power and increasing comprehension speed. Their actual value is immeasurable.

The students bid farewell to the Grand Master one by one in front of the teleportation channel.

The meal prepared by the halfling teacher was still well received, and she happily accompanied the archmage until the dungeon countdown began before leaving.

When all the auditing students from the variety show disappeared.

The Grand Master returned to the third floor of the lighthouse.

His true form has departed, and this instance is about to refresh its cycle. The past 36 hours will be buried beneath the years, returning to the ruins of time along with endless possibilities.

The Grand Master waited silently for this moment to arrive.

His disciples went their own way and knew nothing of the cycle.

Iron Guard handed over a wooden headband.

"This is?"

“Anmar, the gift I entrusted is given to you, my Lord.”

"Thank you." The high priest gently stroked the object.

The time loop has begun.

He could realize this because the power of time was surging and reversing, pushing the years forward.

The wooden ring in the sorcerer's hand began to twist, and the few emotions stored within it briefly resisted the reversal of time, turning into the whispers of the years. He saw the painstaking efforts the astrologer had put into creating this object.

"My disciple," he chuckled softly and sighed.

The time reversal has ended, and it's another ordinary day at the lighthouse, with guests from the network making a ruckus at the cape entrance.

A seagull flew away and landed on the shoulder of the astrologer who was returning from herding sheep, conveying his instructions to him.

“Understood, I will lead them to the lighthouse.” The astrologer approached the players of the online game and said, “The Archmage has foretold your arrival. Follow me, strangers.”

"Great! We'll be seeing the mage soon!" "I heard he's super kind." "I'm definitely getting the magic language dictionary!"

The players followed closely behind with smiles, arriving at the lighthouse courtyard, where the archmage was already waiting with a smile.

"Welcome, welcome..."

(End of this chapter)