Xyrin Empire
Chapter 740 Your Secret

Chapter 740: Chapter 740 Your Secret

Father God’s narration finally came to an end, but the complex information still echoed in my mind incessantly. The tangled relationships about the Void, the World, and the Abyss were dizzying; ultimately, I could only, with a throbbing headache, consolidate them into a simple model.

The Void is like a complete piece of stone, the World is akin to a sculpture, and the Abyss is the chipped stone that falls to the ground during the sculpting process. The chipped stones themselves are insignificant, but once they cover the sculpture again, the sculpture is no longer just a sculpture—it’s akin to attaching arms to Venus.

These world residues represent the end of the Universe. Once the Abyss and the normal world come into contact, order collapses, and all things return to zero.

When this process occurred, the ripples in the Void known as the ordered world were abruptly flattened in a short time, and the world mutations produced after the Abyss infection were merely the chaotic waves produced during the process of flattening the ripples, like the interference patterns generated in the instant when two opposite-phase radio waves cancel each other out.

The Void generated the Abyss in the process of ordered development. The latter, upon contacting the ordered world, would reset order to "zero." So, this is the ultimately simple answer to the model, the greatest disaster in the multi-universe, essentially just an uncontrollable formatting command.

"Since the true reason for the Abyss’s creation is this, why didn’t you tell us earlier?"

I asked somewhat perplexedly, not out of complaint but feeling it incredible that Father God had never shared such crucial information with his allies.

"For the Old Empire, knowing this is not very meaningful," Father God shook his head, "With the power of the Xyrin Civilization at that time, there was simply no way to address this fact. Even if they knew how the Abyss came about, what could they do? The Void generates order, order creates the world, and this process simultaneously produces the Abyss. It’s an almost unsolvable ironclad rule, just like if you want to define the concept of cold, there must necessarily be heat as its counterpart. No one can stop their emergence, not even the gods. The Abyss would still continue to generate, worlds would still cyclically perish and re-emerge, wars would still continue, and all you would have known is a piece of information that seems crucial but practically yields no real benefits. For the efficiency-oriented Old Empire, such information is useless."

I was left speechless for a moment. Father God’s understanding of the Old Empire was profound. He well knew how a bunch of ’value supremacists’ would treat his words like mere breeze past their ears.

"Of course, more importantly, I’ve only worked out these situations in the past tens of thousands of years—when I wanted to reveal this to you, the Xyrin Empire had already vanished into the Void... Don’t look so shocked. I’m not all-knowing and omnipotent. If I were, the war would have ended long ago."

"Ahem... How many Abysses are there in the Void exactly?"

I coughed slightly awkwardly, trying to change the subject.

"Not many, just enough to obliterate all of the multi-universe," Father God replied nonchalantly, sending a chill down my spine.

"Don’t be nervous, there really aren’t many," Father God said with a smile, "It’s like the previous example. Just one unsolvable problem can shatter the myth of being ’all-knowing and all-powerful’. Compared to the amount of information in the whole universe that has emerged after the birth of the world, the proportion of the Abyss is indeed quite drastic. They are just a small segment of dangerous information, although capable of destroying the entire world. Before the infection spreads, the information it contains might not even compare to a single leaf. As remnants of the world’s evolution, the Abyss cannot become a behemoth."

Compared to the ordered world, the chaotic Abyss is not the one-to-one relationship between matter and antimatter. The former is merely the residue left after the world has been ordered. To put it strictly—they are like the collection of logical errors that could cause system crashes, eliminated one by one during the system programming process. A system might possess thousands of units of information, but fatally erroneous information might account only for one in ten thousand. During the Genesis, this erroneous information, as residues, would be expelled from the world system and turn into Abyss lurking at a certain level of Void. Without these flaws, the system could evolve and operate normally.

However, once these flaws are injected into the world, even if they represent just a tiny bit of information, they can prove fatal.

"You also said, just a small bit, and the world will end," I grimaced and shrugged my shoulders, "and it’s not just the world that’s doomed, anything born from the Void, when facing the Abyss, will inevitably be helpless. It evolved together with the world, beneath the Void, above all things. What if so many Abysses revolt, wouldn’t the multi-universe be finished?"

"But such a thing will not happen."

Father God stated decisively, "The Abyss will lie dormant deep within the Void, away from the worlds it accompanies, due to the instinctive repulsion of order against non-order. They cannot infect the orderly worlds on a large scale, as the Abyss itself gradually weakens during the process of world annihilation. One might say there is a 100 percent balance between the multi-universe and the Abyss. The Star Domain Divine Race, the Xyrin Empire, the Huron Divine Race, and other high-level civilizations resisting the Abyss are the external forces disrupting this balance. Our actions have disrupted the balance, keeping the opposition between the Abyss and the multi-universe under suppression, hence the worlds destroyed by the Abyss are always a minority within the multi-universe."

"But we can never truly eliminate the Abyss, right?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, that is the truth, and even worse, we not only cannot eliminate the Abyss, but we also somewhat act as the instigators of the Abyss. We create worlds, foster life, and continually impose order within the ’Zero’ of the Void, which while suppressing the existing Abyss, also continually spawns new Abysses. It is a never-ending cycle."

"What if the Divine Race stopped creating worlds..."

I muttered to myself; of course, that’s impossible, but my thought was, since creating any number of worlds equally strengthens both orderly worlds and the Abyss, it’s essentially a futile effort, so why not just stop the Genesis, go home, and sunbathe?

"Even if the Divine Race stopped the Genesis, the Void would still continuously spawn new worlds," Father God, sure enough, shook his head. "Moreover, the worlds born from the Void alone are less stable and more susceptible to Abyss infection. Compared to that, though the worlds we create cannot avoid triggering the Abyss, they have higher resistance because each law is meticulously designed. Thus, even though we cannot alter the numerical stalemate with the Abyss, we can gradually gain an advantage in quality. This struggle is destined never to end, but perhaps one day, the Abyss will become less harmful."

Was Father God already planning such a grand scheme?!

By constantly creating more precisely designed and corrosion-resistant worlds, to macroscopically enhance the power of the order side within the Void, ensuring a more stable suppression of the Abyss—considering the infinite vastness of the Void, how long would this project take to complete? Or rather, is there a completion date for this project at all?

Thinking this, I couldn’t help but look admiringly at the being before me who appeared to be about my age but was probably the greatest existence in the entire multi-universe; how much time was he planning to devote to this plan?

"I’ve scheduled twenty consecutive five-hundred-million-year plans, and this isn’t even the first one..."

Father God answered with a radiant smile.

I felt that I had absolutely nothing in common with the creature before me when it came to time.

Due to the collapse of the Old Empire’s database, I had no way to know how far the research on the essence of the Abyss had progressed millions of years ago in the Old Empire, nor whether they had already perceived the truths Father God told me today. However, one thing is certain, the information I just learned is extremely valuable to the current Empire. Taville had been tirelessly researching in related fields for a long time without making any further progress, and unexpectedly, Father God had shared this crucial information with me ahead of time, making this trip to the Divine Realm truly worthwhile.

Yet, amidst the joy, I harbored a slight doubt: If he wanted to communicate these things to the Xyrin Empire, Father God didn’t need to specifically pull me aside into this secluded corner so mysteriously; he could have simply presented this as part of the information shared during the "restoration of relations," openly informing Sandora. So, by taking me here, could he possibly have something else to say?

"Are you curious about yourself?"

Faced with my confusion, Father God merely smiled and asked such a question.

I expressed my lack of understanding.

"You are a human, at least you believe yourself to be one, but your soul is recognized as the leader of the Xyrin Empire, your thoughts can traverse planes, you can even command the power of the Void, aren’t you curious about these things?" Father God gazed at the Endless Void outside the row of columns. "Come with me."

I followed Father God, puzzled as he walked straight to the edge of the circular platform and then... he stepped directly into the Void Domain outside!

I hesitated at the edge of the platform for a moment, wondering if I should cross the two stone pillars beside me. Beyond them lay the Void, and I had no protective gear—not a warship, nor a Void Resistance Shield Generator. Was I really supposed to just follow him? I didn’t even know how long Father God planned to stroll in the Void!

Brother, you’re Father God, and I’m just a milk dad. Military-grade and consumer-grade aren’t the same thing!

"If you want to know where your power comes from, take this step."

Due to the Void between us, Father God’s voice directly echoed in my mind without any impatience or encouragement, just stating facts. Right then, I steeled myself, bit my teeth, did a round of broadcast calisthenics, and then took a big step forward.

Void Form—let’s show them that men can shatter the Void with their physical bodies!

Moving in the Void Domain, where I could not feel any sense of up or down, and doing the dog paddle was quite a technical task. This place had no normal concept of distance. To move here, you had to set your own definitions of "distance" and "displacement." Once, I miserably failed in a match of Wang Ba Fist with Bingdisi. Aside from him mastering Brick Martial Arts from a young age, my discomfort with moving in the Void was also a major reason. It took an enormous effort just to get close to Father God, who was waiting "not far away." He immediately welcomed me warmly, exclaiming loudly through our Spiritual Connection, "Hey, where’s your face?!"

"Never mind face, I’ve tried so many times, and I haven’t even managed to form a mouth yet!"

Depressed, I gestured with Father God, who knew nothing of the struggles of the faceless, "But if you take a closer look, I think I’ve managed to form a nose..."

Father God examined it closely and confirmed, "Congratulations, there’s indeed something similar, but unfortunately—it’s on your forehead."

Dang it! I knew I couldn’t get it right without a mirror.

Void Form was my ultimate trick, using the Void Domain to completely replace my body, which made me immune to any attacks on a worldly level. I could even practice somersaults and dog paddling in the lethal Void environment effortlessly. But due to this form’s special "halo" (later called ’Passerby Halo’ by Bingdisi, making anyone it touched become an ordinary person without special abilities), I could hold an absolutely fair boxing match even against an advanced member of the Divine Race like Bingdisi. However, this skill still had two extremely annoying flaws. First, it consumed a huge amount of energy and was somewhat dangerous: maintaining the Void Form for too long could deplete my spiritual power. Once my spiritual power was exhausted, I couldn’t maintain the stability of my Void body and would rapidly dissipate in the Void, almost like evaporating. Because of this danger, Big Sister always reminded me not to use the Void Form recklessly, even if just for practice, there needed to be a bunch of people watching. The second flaw was... this form didn’t have a face.

A black creature with only limbs, no facial features or hair, straight arms and legs like a Cross—this was Bingdisi’s recent complaint about this form.

Father God looked me up and down in my Void Form, his face thoughtful. Finally, as if he had confirmed something, he nodded, "Just as I thought... you’re not human..."

Leaving the Father God Temple, it was nearly dusk outside. It felt like we had only talked for a bit, but so much time had passed outside.

Due to the sudden influx of massive information into my brain, I felt quite dizzy. In this dazed state, I walked outside the "Garden" without realizing it. The vast grassland was still peaceful. The crazy little beasts, which had been dormant, became excited by the intrusion of a stranger, having been idling all day. After thirty minutes of intense fighting, I finally remembered how stupid it was to look for Bingdisi’s temple in this vast grassland.

After summoning Bingdisi’s fierce "house," I temporarily suppressed the chaotic thoughts in my mind. Old Door rambled on, welcoming Prince Zharzhan’s return. I found Big Sister in the "Dark Light Hall" behind the temple. She was busy teaching Little Baobao and Mercury Lamp how to write. Just like every writing session, the former was drinking ink, the latter tearing paper, and Big Sister standing with hands on her hips, sighing.

"Sis, there’s something very serious."

I approached Big Sister with a grave expression and serious tone. Little Baobao and Mercury Lamp immediately looked up curiously. The young mainframe, its face covered in ink, showed its dad a postmodern graffiti. Mercury Lamp then hugged my head and started shaking it, "Hey, stupid human, what did that uncle talk to you about?"

"What’s wrong, Ah Jun?"

Big Sister noticed my serious expression—an unusual sight—so she asked with concern.

"How did I even end up here?"

"Huh?"

"Cough cough, I mean, wasn’t I adopted?" I reached to scratch my head but ended up scratching the head of Mercury Lamp—the little girl was cuddling her own head—"Didn’t you pick me up back in the day?"

Big Sister’s expression turned weird, filled with worry, confusion, and a bit of nostalgia: "Indeed, Big Sister brought you back, but why bring this up all of a sudden?"

"Father God mentioned that my origins are a bit problematic—Sis, tell me the truth. You didn’t find a spaceship wreckage in the wilderness and pull me out from it, did you?"

Big Sister’s expression shifted subtly.

"Or was it a meteor from outer space? Inside a rock crevice? A peach in the river? Bamboo—uh, that’s Huiye. Or maybe, did some white-bearded old man hand you a baby or something..."

Before I could finish, Big Sister decisively came up and gave herself a facepalm, then, just like when we were kids, twisted my ear: "What nonsense are you spouting! Did you eat something weird at Father God’s?"

I dodged Big Sister’s gentle punishment with a strong tilt of my head, not keeping my mouth idle: "Sis, Sis, I was wrong, but this is very important! Think back, even if it was really as you said, that you picked me up from the alley entrance, wasn’t there any miraculous sign when I just arrived at our home? No midnight purple lights, golden sun from the east, auspicious clouds coming from the west?"

Realizing I wasn’t joking, Big Sister finally let go, softly rubbing my ear while her expression became thoughtful.

"No."

"Really? Nothing?" I was hugely disappointed, suddenly feeling like Father God might have been fooling me: A person of greatness like me receives no acknowledgment from the heavens?

"If I must say..." Big Sister suddenly changed tack, which made me overjoyed: "Really? What happened when I just arrived home?!"

Big Sister affectionately pinched my face, then whispered mysteriously: "When Wangcai across the street saw you... it threw up all night."

Mercury Lamp clutched my head in a spasm, and I teared up: "Sis, haven’t you tired of that joke since we were little? Wangcai was just overmedicated and would vomit at anyone, okay!"

Just like every time since we were little, Big Sister watching her little brother flustered over this topic burst into uncontrollable laughter, laughed for a long while before sternly came back, pinching my cheeks: "Then tell the truth, what really happened?"

"Call Sandora over, your brother might not be human." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to vote a recommendation or a monthly ticket on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation.)