Twilight Speaker

Chapter 234: Beyond the limit of carrying capacity

How many years did Chen Xiang survive in the cycle?

no one knows.

Even he himself could not count, the years had already exceeded the real upper limit of 'numbers'.

Although he had never gained any authority in the cycle, he still pushed the body of the Great One to the limit of what the Great One could reach.

Of course, the extreme body will still collapse when facing the killing techniques of many foreign gods. Pure power is always under authority, but...
The endless, monotonous, boring years,

Chen Xiang is not only tempering and honing his own body, but also thinking about ways to break the impasse while feeling the passage of time.
The end of time and history is itself the best manifestation of the power of time.

At this moment.

"No need to look for me, everything you see is me."

Listening to that ethereal sound, the outer gods' scalps tingled slightly. Where? ?

The thinker's face changed:

"I see, it's not right."

He used his own authority to inquire about every forbidden knowledge within and outside of reality, asking questions to all things and demanding answers from all things.

Finally He got the answer.

Infinite information from Chen Xiang appears in the eyes of the thinker - it is the information flow in the infinite cycle of years.

During those long years, even the abyss of time and history was filled up. The memory book that was completed every twenty years would burst the boundless void, and the scraps could penetrate the entire vast universe.
Not to mention the information contained therein.

The Thinker screamed miserably. The infinite amount of information exceeded the limit of what he could bear. He exploded, cracked, coughed up blood, and was almost insane! !

"careful!"

The Silent One, the Lord of darkness, silence, and shadows, changed color, used his own authority, found the dark shadows of information and knowledge, and splashed them on the Thinker, isolating Him from the endless tide of information.
The thinker came out of his frenzy, panting heavily, his eyes full of fear:
"At that moment, I saw part of his past. I can't describe it because it is too huge and the number is too large to count!"

The traveler frowned:
"How could it be? The true body of the Titan is still trapped in the subspace. What we are facing now should be just a part of the soul that has lost its memory! Why does it have a past?"

"I don't understand either!"

The thinker looked terrified, for only he knew how great and complicated the man's past was, which was beyond the limits of thinking and could not be fully understood!

"So, where is he now?" the dancer asked at this moment, looking around vigilantly, but still could not find any trace of Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang's voice resounded in the chaos and nothingness again:
"I told you, everything you see is me."

The Outer Gods were confused and horrified. The Forgotten One was shocked and seemed to realize something, and cried out:

"I feel him, not a physical entity, nor a spirit, he has transformed into [now]!"

"What do you mean?" The traveler asked, looking sideways suddenly.

The Forgotten One had a horrified look on his face, He held the authority of history, and the authority of history itself was a subordinate of the authority of time, which made Him naturally sensitive to time and years, and he noticed something at this moment!

"I can't explain it. I can sense that although his real body has collapsed, his spiritual will still exists and is integrated with the [present]. To be precise."

The Forgotten said in a deep voice:

"He is one with the [present years], [this moment], and [present history]. Because of this, everything we see is him!"

The other Outer Gods all gasped, and the dancer said in astonishment:

"This should be the power of the Pillar of Time. How could this be..."

"I don't understand!" The Forgotten One shook his head: "But it matches the [now], it will be troublesome for us to kill him!"

"Oh?"

Chen Xiang’s voice echoed in the void:

"Do you have a way? Do you have a way to kill me?"

Time vibrated, and countless fragments of time gathered into a huge, majestic human-shaped light and shadow, with its head on the top of the chaotic void and its feet on the bottom of the chaotic void.
In that light and shadow, what is flowing is all the things, events and people in countless worlds at this moment.
The light and shadow giant asked calmly:

"Do you have a way to kill me? I want to experience the killing that goes beyond death."

He lived for too long, so long that his humanity was eroded, and his own status was still just that of a great being.
The current status is simply unable to bear such a heavy and vast divinity.
As a result, Chen Xiang is in absolute indifference at the moment. In the cycle, he is supported by his obsession to get out of the paradox box.
Now that my obsession has dissipated, I have no interest in anything, not even in returning to the realm of the Greatest One or in destroying all the rebels.
Chen Xiang had actually returned a long time ago, but he had been watching the Great City being breached indifferently, just like a bystander. He went to the Styx to salvage Lu Fenghua's soul, just doing it casually. He had a thought and wanted to do it, so he did it.

Including facing the foreign gods, Chen Xiang always had the opportunity to return to reality and escape from here, but he had no intention of escaping, nor was he willing to do it - he had lost his desire and hope.

This cannot be solved by erasing the memories in the cycle. It is beyond the limit of what one's own character can bear in terms of years and vicissitudes.
"You want to die?"

The Forgotten One narrowed his eyes and asked. He, who possessed some of the authority of pseudo-time, could vaguely sense that something was wrong with Chen Xiang's current situation, and immediately said:

"You could kill yourself."

"No."

The giant of light and shadow formed by pure time and history shook his head and said calmly:

"I have completely mastered the power of death. I cannot die. In other words, death is also living for me."

His frank confession horrified many Outer Gods. Has he completely mastered the power of death? ?

when???
The Angry One was somewhat anxious. Even though he was a pure fool, he could see that the Father God was in a very wrong state.
The eyes of the Forgotten One flickered:

"I see. You seem to have experienced a long time that I cannot imagine. You have even partially merged with time. This is beyond the bearing limit of the great one!"

After a pause, He laughed:
"You are Emperor Tan, but you are not the real Emperor Tan after all. You are just a part of Emperor Tan, and your status is just that of a great one. You cannot bear that kind of years. You long for eternal silence, but death is just another state of living for you."

"Yes."

The light and shadow giant said calmly:
"Do you have a way to erase me?"

The word he used was erase rather than kill. He himself cannot be killed and there is nothing that can be destroyed.

"Have."

The Forgotten smiled brilliantly:
"I am the only one who can do this. To forget and lose."

“Reality, nothingness, even years, history, and time, will all forget you, and you will be able to escape from the pain of the present, and truly disappear. You will fall into the deepest abyss of oblivion and loss, from now to the future, with no boundaries.”

His voice was full of bewitching power. Several Outer Gods stared at the huge light and shadow, and the angry ones changed color.

"it is good."

The giant of light and shadow nodded, suddenly collapsed, and the particles regrouped and turned into Chen Xiang.

He walked forward calmly, came to the front of the Forgotten, spread his hands, and spoke calmly:
"bring it on."

The forgotten one's pupils shrank slightly:
"Help me!"

He suddenly extended and turned into a vast abyss. All the outer gods came to his aid and opened the door to the real abyss of oblivion and loss.
In it, there is no reality, no nothingness, no time, no years, no existence and no concepts.
Chen Xiang walked in on his own initiative.

"I will be freed." He said to himself calmly, without any emotional ups and downs, even though he had already been freed countless years ago.
crazy.

………………

Somewhere in reality.

"Has it finally come to this?" The middle-aged noble sighed faintly, and the silly girl beside him turned her head curiously:

"What?"

The middle-aged noble looked at Shaya and rubbed her head with pity:

"Your big brother."

Silly girl is at a loss:

"What brother?"

She had completely forgotten about it.

The middle-aged noble was silent for a moment, looking very depressed, as if hesitating, and finally sighed and took Sha Ya's hand:

"Let's go, I'll take you to see it."