Twilight Speaker

Chapter 235 Beginning and Genesis

"We must descend into reality as soon as possible and head to the Great City. Someone is going to summon the Old Ones and Emperor Tank there."

In the midst of chaos and nothingness, an Outer God murmured in a low voice:
“This is absolutely not allowed.”

Another Outer God suddenly frowned:
"Come to think of it, who wanted to summon Linditan and the Old Ones?"

All the outer gods were stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yeah, who was it?

Can not remember.

Can not remember.

They were horrified and tried to recall, tried to understand, but they had no clue and could not remember who it was at all!

The memory is lost.

It is not just the Outer Gods who have forgotten Chen Xiang, but also the entire chaos, the nine dimensions, and the real universe.
The Church of Order still exists, but the believers have forgotten who the God they worship is and the origin of God.

The book of God's revelation has become incomplete, and a lot of key information is missing, or it is not missing, but it has never existed.
Even the members of the parliament have forgotten about the Speaker. Newcomers such as Primal Fear and Captain Ghost are now confused - how did they join the Red Moon Parliament?
Can not remember.

All information and memories about Chen Xiang have been erased and forgotten, but his influence on reality still exists.

But no one knows who he is anymore.

Everything was still going on as usual. The nine great nations conquered the Great City, and the twenty-one dimensional gods built the Mountain of Gods above the sky.

The great city was divided up, with each nation occupying one ring and discovering its secrets;
A grand ceremony was being prepared in the innermost circle. The 'Lord of Donghong' tied his seven sons to the exquisite pillars and waited for everything to be ready, but there was doubt in his eyes.

"I seem to have overlooked something."

"What is it?"

He couldn't remember.

………………

Dark, silent, empty, without any concept of existence, without any flow of time, into an abyss of oblivion and loss.

The one-armed young man sat quietly in the middle, with no up or down, no direction.
He could not perceive the passage of time, nor any external objects. All his thoughts, will, and senses were confined within his body.

"who am I?"

He asked himself in confusion, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face, and he said to himself for the second time:
"who am I?"

In the abyss of oblivion and loss, the one-armed young man also forgot himself.
As an indestructible existence, he was not erased like other external objects that entered the Abyss of Lost. He still existed, but he had forgotten everything and was forgotten by everything.

Even the divinity that is so vicissitudes and heavy that it exceeds the limits of what the great ones can bear is being "forgotten" and dissolving at this moment.

The one-armed young man stood up and roamed in the absolute [nothingness], wandering and confused, like a ghost.

"who am I?"

He asked the question for the umpteenth time.

There is no concept of time in the Abyss of Lost, nor the passage of years.
The one-armed young man swam in it, perhaps for a moment, perhaps for billions of years.

I don’t know how much time has passed,
He suddenly felt that the "emptiness" beside and outside his body was very disturbing, and that kind of situation of having no concept at all was extremely uncomfortable.

"I do not like this."

The one-armed young man spoke with sorrow, and suddenly a broken blade appeared in his hand. He raised the broken blade in surprise and examined it carefully.
It is filled with contradictory things and objects, including fire and flowing water, the past and the future, above and below.
"What is this? Where did it come from?"

The one-armed young man was extremely confused. After forgetting everything and being forgotten by everyone, he was like a newborn baby, pure and innocent, and also ignorant of everything.

After thinking about it,
He raised the broken blade and swung it tentatively.

'puff'!
The "nothingness" that has no concept of existence was torn apart, and a fine crack appeared, but it disappeared in an instant.

But in just a flash, the one-armed young man sensed something and his eyes lit up.

"What a wonderful feeling." He swung the broken blade even more vigorously. [Nothing] was opened up into [something] again and again, and [something] was annihilated into [nothing] again and again.
As this went on, the one-armed youth seemed very angry. He clasped the broken blade in both hands, raised it above his head, and shouted rudely:

"Don't disappear!"

He slashed down with a sword from above his head, and large pieces of [nothingness] were fiercely torn apart, forming a vast entity with the meaning and concept of space.
But the entity began to collapse and disappear. The young man became anxious and jumped into it. He supported himself with one hand and stepped on it with both feet, trying to stop the collapse.

But he was also stuck inside, frozen in place.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

The young man was holding up [you], feeling exhausted, and muttering to himself anxiously. Gradually, his single hand could no longer support the top of [you], and it began to bend and tremble.

“So heavy”

As his single arm bent and trembled, the dark fissure tattoo on his hand also vibrated and actually opened briefly, revealing nine corpses that were nurturing spirits.

As soon as the nine corpses emerged, they began to become illusory. It was obvious that the corpses did not have the power to offset the annihilation of everything in the Abyss of Lost.

The young man stared blankly at the nine corpses, and subconsciously reached out his hand to salvage them.

But as soon as the hand is withdrawn, there is no fulcrum to support [existence] anymore, and [existence], or the sky, begins to collapse.

The sky suddenly sank, pressing the young man down, and the cracked tattoo on his wrist vibrated again, sucking the nine corpses back again.
The young man had no time to think and could only retract his remaining arm and continue to hold up the sky.

"What are those nine things?"

He began to think.

"Nine people?"

The young man held up the sky and stepped on the ground while thinking hard. Suddenly his eyes lit up:
"I don't have to hold it up by myself!"

He was very excited. The godhood within the ocean of his mind was aroused, and the fundamental authority contained within it also trembled.
Although most of the nine fundamental powers were incomplete, they still manifested signs around the young man's body under the violent tremors.

It is the beginning, it is life and source, it is the first knowledge and truth, it is silence and night.
The concepts of authority flow through the young man's skin.

Occasionally, that concept would separate into tiny wisps and merge into the heaven and earth supported by the young man.

When the development was integrated into it, the heaven and earth began to expand, and life and source were integrated into it, and the concept of "existence" was born.

The concepts of [night] and [silence] are born together with the concept of [light]. Light appears, and shadows emerge under the light.

With [birth] and [existence], [death] and [non-existence] also naturally arise.
Even in the end, the concept of time was born in this world standing in the abyss of loss.
The young man held up the sky, stepped on the ground, and stared at everything blankly. The earth, fire, wind and water flowing through his skin were shaken off by him.

The earth, the fire, the wind, the water, all appeared one by one.
When a world is born, it is not just a simple world, but more like the prototype of a big universe, the gathering place and birthplace of all concepts!
"really."

Suddenly, an unknown voice was heard. The young man who was holding up the sky and the earth looked sideways and saw a middle-aged man with an ignorant and timid girl beside him.

The middle-aged man sighed:
"Everything is a constant, a cycle that repeats itself over and over again."

"Who are you?" The young man asked with difficulty, holding up the sky and the earth.

"You shouldn't ask who I am." The middle-aged noble said softly, "You should ask where this is."

"Then, where is this?" the young man asked again.

The middle-aged noble was silent for a moment, then spoke quietly:
“This is a true abyss of oblivion and loss, and it is also…”

“This is the beginning of the long river of time, the beginning of everything, the source of history, and the invisible and formless place before the beginning.”

To be forgotten by both reality and the outside world, to truly reach the abyss of loss, there are actually only two places where you can do this.

Before everything, and after everything.

These two places are, in essence, the same residence.

The middle-aged noble sighed, stared at the young man, and said softly:

"This place was before the creation of the world, and it is also called [The Beginning]."

(End of this chapter)