Zongman: The post-2D era

After saying that, she stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the translucent ball of light floating beside her. Inside the ball of light were countless fragments of time going back. The figures of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi were intertwined in it, with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. Fate was like a thin thread, tightly entangling them and pulling them mercilessly.

Feng Feng's face was solemn, his eyes fixed on the light ball, and there was a hint of determination in his silence, as if he was brewing a plan to turn the tide.

Feng Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he could cross the barriers of time and space and sense that distant and crucial moment.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, with a gleam of disbelief in them: "He did it. Lu Mingfei's hundredth replay has caused a crack in the wheel of history."

"Chu Zihang, in that decisive battlefield, with his mortal body, swung his sword at Odin, and the light was so bright that it was like a falling star."

"Odin's shadow trembled under Chu Zihang's unyielding will and eventually dissipated. Xia Mi, standing at the edge of the battlefield, looked at the victorious figure. Her eyes were no longer cold and distant, but filled with unprecedented recognition and tenderness. She whispered softly: 'Chu Zihang, you have proved your strength, and you have also proved my heart.'"

A light emerged from the tornado. Feng Feng jumped up and rushed into the light, starting his second search for the door to Utopia with the power of time.

Feng Feng knew that since he had come to this world from Utopia in the past, at least the door was open when he came!

In the long river of time, Fengfeng went further and further against the pace of time, from the 21st century to the 19th century.

Feng Feng travels through the mist of time, surrounded by endlessly shifting light and shadows, each ray of which carries fragments of the past.

He stopped in front of a dim firelight, which was a corner of an ancient village, simple but warm.

The Sakura Witch was just a baby in swaddling clothes at that time, lying in the arms of an old woman, with her eyes closed, but she seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

The firelight shone on her young face. She was surrounded by the whispered prayers of her tribesmen and the air was filled with the faint scent of lavender.

Beside the fire, an imperceptible light of the soul slowly rose, foreshadowing the future awakening of the witch and the mystery of reincarnation.

Feng Feng's figure flashed, passed through the dust of time, and came to a bizarre space crack.

Here, time and space seem to have lost their meaning, twisted into a series of chaotic pictures.

In the center of the crack, a strange ball of light slowly rotated, emitting a soft and mysterious light. That was the source of the soul light he was pursuing.

Inside the light ball, one can vaguely see the scene of an ideal hometown - on the green fields, people are smiling and living in harmony, and the air is filled with a refreshing utopian atmosphere.

It is completely different from the troubles of the real world. It is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated, but it also carries a hint of untouchable sadness.

Feng Feng stepped into the ball of light, crossed the boundaries of time and space in one step, and came to the small village in the utopia.

The view in front of me suddenly opens up, and a vast expanse of green comes into view. The village is quiet and peaceful, like a paradise.

He strolled along the cobblestone path, with fenced courtyards with blooming flowers on both sides, and the air was filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants.

Suddenly, he found himself standing in front of a small white house with the door slightly open. A man in a white coat was concentrating on fiddling with various strange instruments on the table. The room was filled with various books and experimental equipment. The lights were dim and warm, reflecting a strange academic atmosphere.

Feng Feng felt like he had been hit by a club. Unconsciously, he was standing in front of a table piled with rare treasures, his eyes flashing with confusion and excitement.

The man in the white coat nimbly moved his fingers between the complex circuits, muttering to himself, explaining the mystery of the "telephone, microwave oven, time machine".

Feng Feng imitated awkwardly, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to connect the tiny wires precisely.

In the room, the electric current occasionally made a "sizzling" sound, which intertwined with the man's low explanation to form a strange scientific melody.

Under the dim light, time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with the unique burnt aroma of electronic components. Feng Feng was fully focused, as if he was gradually unveiling the mysterious veil of traveling through time and space.

Learning never takes time. Under the man's patient guidance, Feng Feng's fingers gradually became dexterous. The "telephone, microwave oven, time machine" in front of him flashed with strange light, as if it was about to cross the boundary of time and space.

Finally, on a starry night, the man patted Feng Feng on the shoulder and announced that his technique had been perfected.

They came to a vast lawn with the machine standing in the middle. Feng Feng took a deep breath and pressed the start button.

In an instant, the machine burst into dazzling light, forming a huge vortex of space and time.

Feng Feng resolutely stepped into it, his figure gradually blurred, leaving only a firm oath: "I will definitely save Princess Matou Sakura and uncover the ultimate secret of time and space!"

Feng Feng only felt that the world was spinning before his eyes, and his consciousness was like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

In the chaos, he tightly grasped the faint light of his soul, which was his only guide to travel through endless time and space.

All around us is the endless river of time, and every drop of water contains the mystery of the universe and the cycle of life.

He tried hard to push his soul to the other side, where was the beginning of new life and hope.

The light of the soul gradually merged into a warm light and turned into the cry of a baby, clear and loud.

Feng Feng's heart also calmed down. He slowly woke up in the waves of the long river of time. Before his eyes were flowing stars and endless darkness.

"It turns out that I am the source of the time chaos!"

Chapter 930 The Butterfly Effect

Monday, January 16

In the Heart Realm, Hybrids, Deadpool, and Cyborg are bugs in the same amber in frozen time.

Chen Guangwei hid in a room less than ten meters away, staring at the curvature of time on the screen.

The inverted vortex formed by the chaotic fog in London is still and dissipating at an accelerated speed.

The Sakura Witch activated the emergency alchemy array in the eye of the wind.

The Sakura Witch was dressed in an intricate and gorgeous kimono, with her skirt gently trailing on the ground, and her figure was reflected in the long river of time under Feng Feng's feet.

London in the long river of time is like a charred stone, causing some changes in the river course!

Feng Feng travels through the mist of time, surrounded by endlessly shifting light and shadows, each ray of which carries fragments of the past.

Feng Feng floats downstream in the long river of time, like a lost sea fish, drifting with the current.

Suddenly, the ocean current encountered an obstruction and changed its course around a huge rock that was as black as charcoal. The rock exuded a hot breath, as if it had just been fished out of the fire.

Feng Feng was caught off guard and was suddenly sucked into a sea vortex, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

He struggled hard, but he only felt the surrounding power tearing at him mercilessly like a whirlpool, dragging him into an unknown abyss.

As the vision blurred, there seemed to be flickering light and shadow in the deep darkness, but it was fleeting and unpredictable.

Feng Feng drifted in the endless darkness, and time seemed to have lost its meaning.

In a trance, strange scenes flashed before his eyes: the city of London seemed to be lifted up by some mysterious force, slowly breaking away from the dimension of reality and rising to a higher, indescribable world.

At the same time, the dragon sky and the realm of the Magic Forbidden Zone merged in the void, and the colorful light intertwined into a shocking picture.

The context of history was completely rewritten at this moment, and the grand world picture surged like a tide, making Feng Feng feel unprecedented shock and confusion.

His consciousness swayed in this torrent and gradually sank, as if he was about to be drawn into a deeper dream.

Feng Feng woke up drowsily, and the endless darkness and whirlpool were no longer before his eyes.

He slowly rolled his eyes and looked around, only to see a desk piled high with books and notes, next to it were crooked clothes hangers and a full trash can, and the smell of a mixture of ink and old paper filled his nostrils.

He subconsciously touched the ground beneath him and found a hard wooden bed. The rough texture could be felt through the thin sheets.

Outside the window, sunlight dappled onto the concrete floor, and dust danced in the beams of light.

Feng Feng was shocked. All this was so real, yet so strange. He seemed to have traveled into a completely different new world, where everything needed to be re-understood and explored.

Feng Feng took out his cell phone, the screen lit up, the light danced on his fingertips, reflecting his focused face.

He slid the screen, browsing the information of this new world, and his eyes finally stopped on the "Three Element Magic".

In the picture, there is a magician in a long robe, with bright light condensed in his hands, which are the heat of fire, the cold of ice and the violence of storm. The three elements are intertwined and swirling around him, as agile as an elf.

Feng Feng seemed to be able to feel the magic power from ancient times, stirring ripples in his heart.

He tried to imitate the movements in the picture. His fingertips trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a faint light flickering, but it quickly dissipated into nothingness.

When Feng Feng was burying himself in a civic basic magic book, trying to capture the trace of the mysterious power between the lines, a voice was heard downstairs.

When I changed into a slightly loose magic apprentice robe, there was a clear and pleasant sound of a door opening downstairs, followed by a girl's voice as sweet as a spring breeze:

"Feng Feng, what are you still dawdling about? The lunch is almost cold, and the teacher asked you why you didn't go to class again!"

There was a hint of reproach and concern in that voice, like the gentle tapping of the window frame in spring, gentle yet not to be ignored.

When Feng Feng heard this, the book in his hand slipped unconsciously and hit the wooden table with a soft "bang".

He looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, but he inexplicably felt a sense of panic and anticipation in his heart.

He quickly straightened his collar and headed for the stairs, each step seeming to be in the beat of time, as he pondered in his mind how to explain this sudden absence to his teacher.

Feng Feng gently pushed open the door of his home. The sunlight poured in from outside the door, interweaving with the slightly dim light inside the house, forming mottled light and shadows.

His eyes passed through the light and shadow, staring blankly at Sakura Matou who was standing at the door. There was a hint of anger and tenderness on that familiar face.

Sakura Matou was wearing a simple magic apprentice costume, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, like the most beautiful flower in spring.

However, Feng Feng keenly noticed that the light in her eyes seemed different from what he remembered, with a deeper and more mysterious look.

He frowned, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

This world is definitely not the new world he thought it was. The appearance of Sakura Matou is more like a carefully planned trap.

There was a subtle atmosphere in the air, as if there were countless silk threads invisibly connecting him to the world.

Feng Feng's mind raced. He felt that he had no strength in his body at all. He was like a newborn baby, full of unknowns and fears about this world.

He stared blankly at Sakura Matou in front of him. Her deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, making him involuntarily immersed in them.

The sunlight shone through the crack in the door and onto her body, giving her a light golden glow, making her even more beautiful.

Feng Feng raised a smile and praised with a twinkling look in his eyes: "Ying, you are so beautiful today, like a goddess walking out of a painting."

His voice was gentle and sincere, and it seemed to blow away the depth in her eyes and make her smile bloom like a flower in spring.

When Sakura Matou heard this, a blush appeared on her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with joy, as if all her uneasiness had disappeared at this moment.

Feng Feng's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a slightly apologetic smile: "Ying, maybe I didn't sleep well last night. I always feel low in energy and don't even want to go out."

He scratched his head lightly, trying to hide his anxiety with this casual gesture.

Upon hearing this, Sakura Matou frowned slightly, and a hint of understanding and concern flashed in her eyes.

She took out a notebook with an ancient cover from behind her and gently opened it. The pages were densely packed with various magical theories and experiences.

"Feng Feng, are you unsure about tomorrow's talent test? Don't worry, here are the notes I compiled, maybe they can help you."

The sunlight shines through the window and onto her focused face. The golden light and the jumping words on the notes complement each other, creating a warm and peaceful picture.

"However, the teacher is very angry and has publicly announced that if your test results tomorrow don't show any surprises, you're doomed!"

Chapter 931 3E Exam

Tuesday, January 17