Li Jianan was lying on the cold desk, a thin layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. The winding circuit diagrams and twisted force analysis on the physical simulation volume swayed before his eyes like ghost drawings. It's not that he won't, but that familiar, nauseating feeling of dizziness is coming again. Ever since I entered the sprint for the college entrance examination, this weird trance has been with me, as if a certain area of my brain is constantly receiving interference signals that cannot be processed.
"... The theory of relativity... The speed of light remains unchanged..."
This time, there is no formula, no universe.
There are fairy mountains shrouded in mist, simple and magnificent palaces, complicated and mysterious hand techniques, and a name - Li Jianan, an inner disciple of Tianxuan Sect, with a sixth level of Qi training...
"Uh!" He groaned, covering his head that seemed to be about to split, and froze in place.
Countless images, sounds, and breaths intertwined and collided: blackboards and jade slips, school uniforms and Taoist robes, particle collisions and flying swords, Einstein's contemplative eyes and the scene of an immortal old man teaching "Basic Qi Refining Technique"...
So, I didn't travel through my soul to an ancient person, but... My body traveled through time? He subconsciously touched his school uniform, and it felt real. In other words, when walking through that corridor, a "space fold" that ordinary people can't perceive was triggered. It was like walking through an invisible door and stepping into this suspected "Tianxuan Sect" from Meixi Lake Middle School.
