As Jiang Yifeng was feeling troubled, he sensed that Gate No. 8 in reality seemed to be moving. What was going on? Suddenly, Jiang Yifeng thought of a question. Gate No. 8 was different from the other gates; it had been endowed with spirit by him. Logically, no matter how many parallel worlds there were, there should only be one special Gate No. 8. But why did Gate No. 8 appear both in reality and in the simulation world? Unless it existed in multiple parallel worlds at the same time?

Recalling that the simulator mentioned the golden space was in the interlayer between simulation and reality, a bold idea suddenly popped into Jiang Yifeng's mind. If he bypassed the simulator, could he enter the golden space directly from the real Gate No. 8? Or even enter the simulated parallel world? It seemed possible.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yifeng looked towards the direction of Gate No. 8 and murmured, "Should I try it?" After pondering for a moment, he shook his head, dismissing the idea. Even if it were true, what would be the point? What he needed now was not to seek the truth but to find a safe environment where he could simulate for a long time, giving him ample time to enhance his strength.

Even in this simulation, his interest in exploring those Gate No. 9s wasn't just about uncovering secrets. More importantly, he wanted to find a safe place behind those gates where he could have enough time to improve. After all, a regular simulation only lasted a thousand years, and at his current level, that time was too short to significantly enhance his power. Jiang Yifeng had even considered ending himself in the simulation. Later, he started cross-time simulation. But when he thought about cross-time simulation, the timeline of the last billion years had already been simulated. The available simulation lines were from much earlier times. Whether they were dangerous or not was another matter, but the key was that the available timelines were pitifully few.