The size, shape, arrangement and location of each floating stone and the voids formed by them all contain three-dimensional information, but the most important thing is the distribution of the mental force field in between. This is the real extra dimension. The key to 3D coding.

　　

　　 All the information is in this weak change of the mental power field. To obtain this information, it is impossible to see with the eyes. It must be touched with mental power and restored in the subconscious. This requires extremely strong mental power. At the same time, because there is only a part of the text here, the complete content can only be seen by combining it with the information previously seen in the dream.

　　

Ivan didn’t know how to analyze the three-dimensional code mentally. He was not there when the dream was expanded last time. So he looked up at the floating boulders for a while. There was nothing else but shocked at the magnificent sight. Feel it. So, after only a few glances, he returned his attention to the ground.

　　

I don’t know when there were many thin silver lines on the ground, as if the tremor of the soul of the wind shook the ground of the altar with many cracks, crawling away like spider silk, twisting and turning back and forth, and it seemed The artist paints on the ground with a highlighter.

　　

　　 People discovered that in addition to the hourglass symbol of time, there are densely engraved many other lines on the ground. And while the brilliance in that triangle symbol flows into another triangle, with the tremor of the soul of the wind, it spills out like a stellar storm, flows along those fine nicks, and becomes silvery lines.

　　

　　Mrs. Larry guessed that this was a totem painting of the Ulakan tribe, because she had seen tree and bird totems in the altar of the Sanchi tribe, but he could not tell what was painted on the painting.

　　

　　 Petru suddenly said excitedly: "This...this seems to be..."

　　

　　 "What?" Everyone looked at him strangely.

　　

　　 He watched nervously at the change of the silver line on the ground, until the last silver line appeared, he took a deep breath and said confidently:

　　

　　 "Map! This is a map!"

　　

　　 "What map?"

　　

"South Pacific Basin, the chart of the area around 150°W and 30°S." Petru said, pointing to the ground with the soul of fire, "Look, this is Tubuai Island, this is Lapa Island, here... ...And here... are all legendary ghost islands and reefs. I have personally surveyed and mapped these islands in a boat, and I can't remember the shape of them. Their positions... are exactly the same as those marked on the chart!"

　　

　　 He pointed to the hourglass mark in the middle again, "This is the position of the triangle mark on the chart, but on the chart, it has only one triangle, and its center line extends out of the chart..."

　　

Mrs. Larry was shocked, staring at the patterns on the ground, and murmured: "Yes, yes, yes, Petru, you are right, this is the sea drawn by Ludwig. Picture, oh my goodness! I..."

　　

　　 She choked up suddenly, not knowing what she was thinking of.

　　

　　 Alice took her arm and said softly, "Madam, you should be happy for this. What Mr. Jaeger has been looking for all his life is right in front of your eyes!"

　　

"Yes, you are right, I should be happy, but..." Madam calmed down, "Why do they appear here? If this is the remains of the Gendayas, why do the Itsars guard them?... "

　　

She asked many questions in a row, but no one could answer them. They still lacked the most crucial fifth altar's three-dimensional text information. After filling in all the information gaps, she might be able to know the source of the contradiction between the Itsa and Gendaya. .

　　

　　 It should be a war that spans thousands of light years, spans tens of millions of years, spans spirit and material, and spans civilizations and races.

　　

　　 The human beings who are still unable to leave the earth are so small in the face of this kind of civilized power that they can't even imagine it. In the current human science fiction, civilization still bears the imprint of metal and machinery. In the eyes of more advanced civilizations, things like spaceships and ion cannons may be nothing more than a continuation of steampunk style.

　　

A thousand years later, human beings will definitely laugh at the imagination of people in this era. Transplant the vehicles on the earth into the universe, thinking it is the way of interstellar navigation of advanced civilization. There is no fundamental difference.

　　

The construction of a multi-galaxy channel across the cantilever of the Milky Way like Ramla is what a highly developed civilization should look like. Instead of driving a metal machine, counting dozens of them, pressing a red button, spraying exhaust gas into the speed of light flight mode .

　　

As soon as Mrs. Larry's voice fell, a new change took place on the ground.

　　

The brilliance in that triangle has been injected into the other triangle along the vertical line in the center, and its light gradually fades, while the brilliance of the other triangle gradually becomes thicker and grander, just like the sand in a time hourglass from a sand cone. Flowed to another sand cone.

　　

　　 When the last grain of sand is poured into the cone below, time runs out and everything stops.

　　

　　 The world became silent again, and even people's consciousness seemed to be unable to function at that moment.

　　

　　 Then, there was a peculiar flash in the space, as if the TV signal was suddenly interrupted and then recovered in an instant. The speed of human mental transmission could not respond to such a fast flash, so it was just a daze.

　　

　　 Then, I saw the Union logo on the ground suddenly rotated 180 degrees, the two triangles exchanged positions, and the brilliance flowed again, from the full triangle to the empty triangle.

　　

　　 Time started again, and the Soul of the Wind trembled again, and it rang dumbfoundedly.

　　

　　 The tornado that had been sucked into the ground just now emerged from the ground again, moving upward along the Soul of the Wind, and turned into a giant dragon. The Wind Dou opened a big mouth in the sky, enclosing all the floating boulders.

　　

The boulder began to rotate slowly in the wind bucket and gathered towards the periphery, turning into a ring-shaped meteorite belt. Only the drum-shaped stone remained in the center, facing the spirit of wind on the ground, rotating on its own surface. It emits a dazzling light.

　　

　　 The time in the hourglass flows slowly.

　　

The patterns on the ground are also changing: the originally dark ground between the islands outlined by bright silver lines surges like sea water, and suddenly a thin mist rises on the ground, which is swirled by the wind, forming a cover The huge cloud at the bottom of the altar resembles a typhoon cloud picture taken by satellites.

　　

　　The soul of the wind passes through the eye of the typhoon, like a pillar standing between the sky and the earth, against the drum-shaped boulder in the sky.

　　

　　 The rotation of the boulder is accelerating~lightnovelpub.net~ The light emitted is getting brighter and brighter like a star.

　　

Most of the stones around 　　 have gathered in a circle, and only a few are still rotating around the luminous drum-shaped boulder on different tracks.

　　

　　 Aoki counted, exactly eight, large and small, reflecting different colors of light in the extremely fast rotation.

　　

　　 Eight planets, plus the Kuiper belt, is this a model of the solar system?

　　

　　 But through this solar system model, you can see that the real sun is still hanging in the sky. This means that there are now two suns inside the altar. Qingmu can't help but think of the three suns outside the altar, but he doesn't know what it is like now.

　　

　　 The astrolabe is hung in the sky, and the earth is rolling.

　　

　　 The ground has become a holographic projection, turbulent waves are beating against the reefs, and the islands of dozens of square kilometers are like leaves in the flood during the typhoon.

　　

　　 Petru suddenly pointed to a black spot under the clouds and said, "My ship!"

　　

　　 Aoki looked along what he was pointing, and saw a lone boat floating on the sea, and the sails on the two masts were blown up by the wind, like two cloth bags. Look at the shape of the ship, it looks a bit like Petru's brig.

　　

　　 At this time, a black line appeared on the horizon, like the horizon of the night slowly moving over, and like a shadow cast by a cloud on the earth, looking to cover the altar.

　　

　　 Situ suddenly shouted: "It's a static space-time zone! Run!"