Chapter 560: The Supreme Paradox
The Azure Dragon left just as he had come, on his own accord.
The connection between us, thin as a cicada's wing, was just like the cooperation between him and me—he came when he wanted, and he left when he wanted.
All I could do was exhaust every effort to keep up with the steps of their group, never daring to slack off for a moment.
The Azure Dragon's words gave me a new perspective on Qi Xia's abilities—
The terrifying nature of "Endless Life" far exceeded my imagination.
When Qi Xia "echoed," his mind became the "God of Creation." This relationship was no longer as simple as "he thinks I'm still alive."
Because we died every ten days, Qi Xia could even "create" new identities for us.
If he thought I was a "participant," then the next time I was reborn, I would definitely be a "participant."
If he thought I was a "zodiac," then the next time I would appear as a "zodiac."
Just as the Azure Dragon said, as long as Qi Xia "echoed" enough times, this place would one day become orderly due to his thoughts.
If he thought "Heavenly Dragon" was the "Supreme Being" here, then the Heavenly Dragon as the "Supreme Being" would appear.
The more Qi Xia feared the Heavenly Dragon, the stronger the Heavenly Dragon would become.
What a terrifying coincidence... that "Endless Life" happened to meet "Endless Reincarnation."
From the moment these two characteristics met, one plus one equaled infinity. Every one of us had infinite possibilities.
I couldn't even think of a solution to this problem for Qi Xia. As a human being, could he truly control his subconscious?
After thinking for a few minutes, I felt I was overthinking.
My IQ and brain capacity couldn't support me pondering so many things at once...
Since I was also using Qi Xia, could I approach this from two angles and work on both fronts simultaneously?
First, as the Azure Dragon said, I would do everything I could to create a "Wen Qiaoyun" in Qi Xia's subconscious.
Due to Qi Xia's "echo" characteristic, this matter would become very abstract.
What the Azure Dragon wanted wasn't a literal "Wen Qiaoyun." To be honest, as long as Qi Xia could create someone stronger than himself—regardless of gender, appearance, or life experience—that person would be "Wen Qiaoyun."
To the Azure Dragon, Wen Qiaoyun was just a code name, not a real person.
Once this plan succeeded, Qi Xia's ability would become a steel blade scraping bone for the Azure Dragon. Qi Xia himself was not a god, but he could create a "god"—that was "Endless Life."
On the other hand, I would pave my own path.
I had to find a way to tell Qi Xia "I come from hell."
I needed his subconscious to send "me" out.
I couldn't live here as an eternally reincarnating "participant." I wanted to live outside as Xu Liunian "from hell."
Could there be a one-in-ten-thousand chance... that one of my "copies," influenced by Qi Xia, went outside, retained all my memories of the "End Land," and then tried everything to seek help from higher beings to liberate this place?
Would those real "gods" ever intervene in this mess?
No, there was an even more thorny issue to solve...
How would "she" prove that "I" hadn't escaped?
I felt like my brain was short-circuiting. I couldn't help but touch my forehead. The "End Land" had always been like this—built on countless "paradoxes." Without extraordinary thinking, it was impossible to navigate it with just one's "mind."
This feeling of overthinking and a cold head—was this Qi Xia and Chu Tianqiu's daily state?
They maneuvered here with their minds, laying down one path after another.
I began to calm down and carefully considered the feasibility of this matter.
Suppose a "me" really resurrected in the real world after ten days. How would she prove that everything before wasn't a dream? And how would she prove that another "me" was still reincarnating here?
This was even harder than I imagined.
"I" knew I was here, but "she" would think she was outside.
Theoretically, due to the information gap, she and I could never intersect, and we could never achieve tactical unity.
She couldn't come in, and I couldn't go out. Neither she nor I could prove the other's existence.
In other words, even if a "me" went outside starting from the next cycle, there would still be a "me" left here, suffering the pain of reincarnation.
Wait...
Thinking this far, my eyes slowly widened, and a chilling sensation invaded my entire body.
My thoughts erupted like a volcano suddenly exploding, gushing out in an instant—but this volcano didn't spew molten lava; it sprayed icy cold.
There seemed to be an even more terrifying issue here!
What if the above scenario had already happened?
What if it had already happened to everyone?
We came from various "timelines," but unfortunately, "timelines" were endless.
So could it be possible...
Every tenth day, a "us" escaped, returned to the normal "timeline," and began a normal life. They thought they had escaped, so they harbored the illusion of luck and never looked back.
They thought this terrifying experience was over and would never happen again.
But they didn't know... no matter how many times they escaped, a bizarre copy would remain here, inheriting the memory of "not escaping," and continue reincarnating here forever.
We were orphans abandoned by the universe and all things, the most tragic batch of copies.
I could only regret not encountering "Endless Life" earlier, or I would have understood this problem sooner.
In this world, there were those who "lived endlessly" and those who "never ceased."
"How do I prove that 'I' haven't escaped...?"
My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. How ridiculous... This seemed to explain everything...
No wonder they wouldn't come to save me...
No wonder the Azure Dragon said "the real me had long disappeared"...
I had no way to prove whether "I" had really escaped, and the "me" who escaped had no way to prove that another me was still alive here.
We were like two lines in three-dimensional space that would never intersect, shooting off in different directions every ten days.
After having this hypothesis, I felt my emotions on the verge of collapse.
In seventy years, I had crawled and struggled, exhausting every means to survive here. I thought I was the luckiest one.
All these years, I hadn't turned to ashes; I was still active in the "End Land." How could that be called misfortune?
But little did I know, in seventy years, it was possible that every time I was left behind here. Not only was I not lucky, but I was the most tragic one.
God... I was really going to break down...
Was there any way to end all this?