Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Giant of Light

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Going further down, it only involves the true, essential power of the world, possessing the strength to move the world.

For example, by directly retaining one's own will, one can merge into the supreme will of rules, and the resulting extended power...

This step cannot be achieved simply by reducing dimensions; its limitations are still quite significant.

Normal dimensional reduction, once it reaches this point, is basically the limit, the limit allowed by the rules of the world. Going any further would touch upon the essence of the rules.

Having become an information life form, Lu Yunhe was essentially fixed in one place and no longer possessed mobility.

Moreover, if the information carrier he embodies, the "full stop," is erased, then his existence will also be destroyed.

Without its carrier, the information life naturally returns to its origin, to the universe, which means it is killed.

The dimensional level is stuck in a certain range, making it impossible to influence anything through this information, let alone affect the rules of the world.

Despite this, Lu Yunhe remained unhurried, as he could still utilize the power of the Origin Dao.

As long as you have power, you're as stable as Mount Tai.

However, compared to the previous graphical dimension world, the environment Lu Yunhe is in now is far too limited.

The environment at this moment could not be called the world at all. As an information life form, Lu Yunhe's body was already trapped, and there were no other life forms around him with whom he could communicate. It was as if he was the only person in the entire world.

The preceding and following texts contain no further information than the information itself.

"Is there really more than just me as an information life form in the whole world?" Lu Yunhe thought.

Perhaps so. It's impossible to describe the existence of life in information as something so demanding; nothing supports the emergence of intelligence in it.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if a period suddenly gained intelligence, could communicate with people, and transmit information.

Such a life and world are not really worth exploring.

"It's time to consider upgrading to a higher dimension."

Lu Yunhe's heart stirred, and the power of the Dream Origin Dao began to penetrate dimensions, projecting information from higher dimensions downwards.

To be honest, reaching this point has little to do with the Path of Dreams; it's purely Lu Yunhe's own doing.

Generally speaking, being able to reduce the dimension to the dream dimension is already quite sufficient.

It is only half a dimension lower than reality, and it is supported by a continuous source of primordial power. Even if it is reduced in dimension, it can still easily influence the outside world.

The difficulty would be greatly reduced if we could study some dream life forms.

"Two-dimensional unfolding!"

Each tiny period begins to unfold its information state on a two-dimensional plane.

"3D projection!"

Subsequently, information from three-dimensional spacetime was projected onto a two-dimensional information state.

This is no longer just the power of the Dream Path, but also the integration of the Void Origin Path.

Ultimately, the Path of Dreams cannot be separated from the manipulation of the void. However, Lu Yunhe has greatly enhanced this aspect, to the point that it has become somewhat dominant.

Lu Yunhe always felt that among these fundamental paths, there was an even more basic structure of "path" that could be combined in any way to form a fundamental path, just like 0 and 1.

By organizing the information from the three dimensions, Lu Yunhe quickly determined his surroundings.

A period at the end of a sentence on a piece of draft paper carelessly discarded in a corner—this is his three-dimensional medium.

Judging from the state of the paper, its carrier should not be destroyed in the short term.

Subsequently, Lu Yunhe continuously topologicalized the three-dimensional information and stored it in an infinite two-dimensional space.

His physical form is just a small piece of text information, which is completely unable to contain such information, and only an infinite-dimensional space can accommodate it.

Lu Yunhe continuously gathered information about the external environment. He was currently in an ordinary room, whose owner was a writer who had also written this passage.

In a way, this writer could even be considered his creator.

However, the text he was referring to was a draft and was in the stage of being discarded at any time.

The writer appears to be working on a script, but is currently experiencing writer's block, so his drafts are scattered all over the room.

And the author's name is "Lotus".

Chapter 864 Butterfly Dream

"Creating a script, a script world." After learning this information, Lu Yunhe immediately began to think about how to elevate himself to a higher dimension.

Although the primordial principle runs throughout, the magnitude of its influence decreases exponentially with each new dimensional world.

Especially when it comes to influencing the higher-dimensional world from a lower dimension, if it weren't for his profound understanding of the Dao, even a demigod wouldn't be able to influence the three-dimensional world through a piece of information.

Even in the legendary realm, one can only influence reality from the dream world at most.

At this moment, he is merely a piece of information, and it would be of little practical significance for him to directly influence the real world.

"We need to use leverage..."

Lu Yunhe's heart skipped a beat, and the period on the white paper emitted an eerie light before falling silent.

……

"We got knocked back again!"

The writer, Lian, returned to her rented room, carrying a file folder in her hand and looking exhausted.

His painstakingly written work was rejected by the screenwriter, and he'll probably have to rewrite it all over again.

Although it's common for his works to be rejected, if this continues, he'll probably starve to death first.

Having devoted all her energy to writing, Lian had very low tolerance for the outside world. A person who stands up, wears a long robe, and drinks alcohol will truly starve to death.

The writer Lian returned to her small rented room, sat down in a chair, turned on the desk lamp, and held a pen but hesitated to start writing.

"Ah... I wish monsters would appear, and the world would just be destroyed already."

The writer Lian sighed. His several attempts at writing had been rejected, and he really didn't know what to write anymore.

For some reason, writer Lian felt an irresistible drowsiness rising within her, and couldn't help but yawn.

"Let's skip it for today, let's just go to sleep!"

Snapped!

The writer, Lian, slumped her head onto the table, and the ballpoint pen slipped from between her fingers.

Before she knew it, the writer Lian opened her eyes and found herself in a shop filled with an eerie, misty atmosphere.

A man is sculpting something out of clay across a shelf.

"Excuse me……"

Just as the writer Lian was about to say something, the man in the clay shop disappeared.

At the same time, an egg-shaped clay object appeared in his hand.

"what is this?"

The writer, Lian, looked at the egg mass in her hand, feeling very strange, but then lost consciousness.

The next day, writer Lian opened her eyes wearily, stretched her aching body, and realized that sitting in a chair all night was really bad for her health.

The writer Lian got up early in the morning and left her room, intending to go out for a walk to clear her mind and see if she could find any inspiration.

"Sigh, I had a nightmare last night. A giant insect egg emitting an eerie glow appeared on the street..."

"Me too, I dreamed about it too..."

"Oh no, could it be some kind of evil spirit?"

The writer Lian found a roadside stall, bought a steamed bun, and was then drawn to the conversation between the customers and the owner of the egg pancake stall next door.

He originally wanted to buy an egg pancake, but with prices soaring recently, he was short of money and could only afford a steamed bun instead.

"Insect eggs?"

Hearing the conversation of passersby, writer Lian ate her steamed buns while feeling a sense of unease.

"It's amazing that we had the same dream." The writer, Lian, didn't take it to heart.

The world is so big, it's perfectly normal for some amazing phenomena to occasionally occur.

Signal connections, quantum entanglement, etc.? They're all just these kinds of reasons.

However, amidst the conversations of those around her, the writer Lian suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She quickly finished the bun in her hand and hurried back to write down the sudden inspiration.

However, what the writer Lian didn't notice was that everyone along the street seemed to be discussing the same dream.

shhhhhh...

The writer, Lian, felt as if she had divine assistance this time, and quickly wrote the first chapter of the new script.

After finishing the script, the writer Lian hurriedly took the new script to the screenwriter.

"Not bad, I hope you can keep up the good work." The screenwriter, with dark circles under his eyes, scrutinized Lian.

"But you must write it completely, don't give up halfway."

"Yes!"

The writer, Lian, was so excited that she left the building without knowing what she was feeling.

However, when he returned home, his excitement was instantly replaced by confusion.

The writer, Lian, sat in her chair, unable to put pen to paper, her face blank and dazed.

"Forget it, I'll just take a nap first. Maybe I'll have some inspiration when I wake up."

This time, writer Lian chose to fall asleep and indulge in a beautiful dream.

In her dream, the writer Lian felt as if she had transformed into an insect egg, and then began to wriggle.

Click!

The insect egg burst open, and a gigantic caterpillar emerged, roaring at the entire world.

After regaining his senses, the writer Lian didn't even have time to eat breakfast and started writing frantically. Soon, he finished the second chapter of the script.

"Master Lian!"