Twilight Speaker

Chapter 231 Now, There Are Two of You
After sending the withered old man away once again, Chen Xiang did not immediately go back to 2004 to start the last cycle.
He just stood on the long river of time, before time returned to its abyss, staring quietly with his head lowered.

There is no bottom under Guixu, and its depth is invisible.

Chen Xiang squatted down, stretched out a hand and reached down towards Guixu. His arm expanded and extended. After reaching into Guixu, Chen Xiang lost the sense of his arm.
He pulled his hand back, but his entire arm had disappeared.

It was not swallowed or cut off, but a lack in the conceptual sense. In other words, even if Chen Xiang wanted to grow another arm, it would immediately disintegrate.
In terms of conceptual definition, Chen Xiang has never had and cannot own this hand.

“Is this the time return?”

The one-armed Chen Xiang had a blank expression on his face. He was not at all upset because of the loss of one hand for eternity. He was verifying his own conjecture, and the verification was successful.

“So, this is the last cycle.”

The one-armed Chen Xiang walked back to 2004. This time, he did not wander in the mortal world, nor did he transform into a demon or the father of gods.

He simply found a towering mountain, sat quietly on the top, motionless, and waited for everything to happen.

Chen Xiang knew that if he succeeded, he would break the paradox box, and then, Guixu would lose its original function.

In other words, all the impacts of the previous cycles on history will be completely annihilated at the end of 2024, when time returns to its abyss.

But this time, it may not be the case.

Therefore, it is better to avoid being affected by worldly affairs.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, Chen Xiang experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter, and after the moon set and the sun rose seven thousand three hundred times, it came to the end of time again.

Twenty years is so short for Chen Xiang now, it is just a blink of an eye.
In the countless cycles of time, he experienced all lives, was every person on earth, and then
He is no longer a human being.

"who am I?"

Chen Xiang asked himself softly, his expression calm, his tone without any emotional fluctuations, everything in his eyes was an illusion.

He tried to trace back to the past, to the time before the cycle, but it was blurry - too long ago.

Chen Shaoyan, Chen Xin, Wei Qingqiu
These names became unfamiliar and meaningless to Chen Xiang.

It is the same as the clouds in front of you and the rocky mountains below you.

All are illusions.

And Chen Xiang himself also deeply understood that this was not a good thing.

"who am I?"

Chen Xiang talked to himself again. He was not confused or at a loss, just puzzled.

"Chen Xiang?"

"Emperor Elephant?"

"The Greatest One Ever?"

Chen Xiang shook his head while talking to himself:

"None of it matters."

"I could be anyone."

………………

Lunar calendar year 2024, on the rooftop of a residential building in a certain city in China.

An old and withered figure walked out of nothingness, leaning on a cane, with the heavy breath of time lingering around him.

“There is no past me.”

The withered old man exhaled a breath of foul air, a little absent-minded:
"Sure enough, everything before the time travel was just a dream?"

"almost."

A cold voice sounded, and the skinny old man was startled. He looked sideways suddenly and saw a one-armed boy standing beside him.

"Who are you?" The withered old man's expression froze. His mind could not sense the existence of this young man at all. Although he could see him with his naked eyes, when he activated the authority of truth, the information he received was extremely strange! [Heaven and Earth]

This is what the truth shows.

The withered old man narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked at the one-armed boy in front of him. He could not see the slightest trace of turbulent energy in the other person.

There is only calmness, indifference and vastness.

It was not old, but gave people the illusion of being through eternity, and there was also a very strange aura. When he looked at it carefully, the withered old man felt a little dazed, as if he was in a trance.
Gaze at yourself.

To be precise, staring at this one-armed boy is like staring at everything, all beings, and all spirits.

"You are me, and I am not you."

The one-armed boy spoke calmly and snapped his fingers. Clouds and mist formed a scene, showing the whole cause and effect.

The withered old man was dumbfounded, understood everything, and said with emotion:
"So this is history striking back. Is this the Paradox Box?"

After a pause, he looked at the one-armed boy in front of him curiously and couldn't help asking:
“How many times did you cycle through it?”

The withered old man couldn't figure out how many times he would have to repeat this cycle to become like this?
The one-armed boy said calmly:
"How many times? Just look at the starry sky."

The withered old man subconsciously looked up and saw a "planet" larger than the Earth at the edge of the solar system.
But when I looked again, I found that the "planet" was clearly made up of books stacked up one after another!

"Every book there represents a cycle?"

The withered old man asked absentmindedly, and suddenly felt a little sad. He looked at the one-armed boy:

"Very lonely, huh?"

"No." Chen Xiang shook his head: "That's not all."

"what?"

The skinny old man was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, raised his head and looked again.

This time, he saw that at the other end of the deep sea of ​​stars, there was a "Milky Way" that ran through it.
In the Milky Way, there are countless stars, and billions of them are just a drop in the ocean.
Likewise, the Milky Way, which stretches from one end of the universe to the other, spans the entire universe, and every star in it, is made up of books.
The dry old man's scalp suddenly felt numb!

How many books are these?

How many more twenty years?
The one-armed boy said again at this moment:
"That's still not all. I stuffed most of the memory books into the void, until the void couldn't hold them all. These are extra."

The withered old man's expression changed drastically. He looked at the ethereal and emotionless 'self' again, and his eyelids twitched:
"After all these years, you still haven't figured out a way to break the impasse?"

"No, I figured it out a long time ago."

The one-armed boy said calmly:
“It just takes such a long cycle to break through.”

The withered old man was confused:

"So, what is the solution to this problem?"

The one-armed boy tore open the river of time, and walked with the withered old man to the front of Guixu, and spoke calmly:
"If the Eternal Silence Void can be filled, how can this Guixu not be filled? I guess it has been filled. The bottomless abyss in front of me is just an illusion. I have successfully verified my guess."

He raised his broken arm and said calmly:

"The Abyss of Time has been filled by me, by you, by our authority and might. Now, I need you to be the bridge and take me to the other side."

The withered old man was stunned:

"What about the cycle? We need two of me to complete the cycle and maintain our existence."

"It's very simple."

The one-armed boy stretched out his hand, grabbed the withered old man, and chopped him lightly.

The withered old man was split in two.

"Now, there are two of you."

(End of this chapter)