Gao Xin fell into a thought storm, his fingers began to trace wildly in the void, his eyeballs rolling rapidly.
His expression was strange and surprised, with a sense of madness, yet also an extraordinary sense of wisdom.
Humans are lonely, and the interstellar voyage has little to no future; these things are not dark logic but merely knowledge.
But they could inspire Gao Xin to reconstruct and expand dark logic, just like when Luo Yan told Gao Xin about the placebo effect.
A whole new phenomenon, critical information.
Like a core puzzle piece, it illuminated the light of Gao Xin's cognition.
"So that's how it is, that's how it is..."
"This is the universe... it was created by the Great Saint Spirit..."
Gao Xin seemed to have deduced an even more unbelievable truth, his whole being gesticulating wildly, flying all over the sky.
He seemed to be admiring the air, playing with invisible things.
As if falling into a majestic illusion.
