Chapter 1304: The One State!

11 Apr, 2025

Chapter 1304: The One State!

A cold wind blew in through the window. As the candlelight flickered, the pages of this Reincarnation of Civilizations were lifted.

This catalog recorded the rise and fall of all the dynasties, and in the end, under his arrangement, they were all gathered into a closed ring, like the trajectory of the moon in the endless night.

As he looked at this ring, he suddenly understood that every word in the history book, every era name, was merely the mark left behind by a wheel, and the wheel itself had never stopped turning.

Thus, he endured his illness and used the last moments of his life to engrave everything he had comprehended in his life onto twelve bronze slips.

Even though he knew that the truth he had spent his entire life pursuing, the twelve bronze slips that could resist the power of time, were only a tiny wave in the long river of samsara.

But he still did it.

Those overlaps of time that the historians of the dynasties had blurred under some sort of power, the truth of destruction that had been covered up by myths, and the same prophecies that had been wrapped up in different words, all of them revealed their true colors under his carving knife.

When he carved out the words' the samsara of all things will ultimately return to silence ', a heaven-shaking thunder suddenly came from outside the window!

Thunderous booms shook the heavens and earth. Raindrops suddenly fell, smashing against the ground and the glazed roof tiles.

This rhythm, this rhythm, left Chen Mo somewhat dazed. He vaguely felt that this rhythm was similar to that of the rain of destruction recorded in the 'Bestowment of Tributes' a thousand years ago.

"I'm going to leave …"

Chen Mo muttered. His life began to extinguish, and the world before his eyes began to blur.

In this life, he had been like a boat trapped in the sea of history, ununderstood by the world, but he had still left behind some traces.

"I still have some regrets …"

Chen Mo softly said.

Thus, in this final moment of waiting for death, he raised his head with great difficulty and looked at the thunderstorm outside the window.

Perhaps it was because of the regret in his heart, but for a moment, he didn't know if it was a blur, but he seemed to see his own shadow cast on the wall as the lightning flashed past. It actually overlapped with the records on the bronze slips, with the Empress of Wisdom's Nine Clearances, with the carving of ancient bone texts, and with the coiling dragon patterns on the golden edicts of the current dynasty.

Chen Mo froze, and then his eyes began to shine.

"Everyone who tries to grasp the trajectory of history will ultimately become the trajectory itself."

Chen Mo smiled.

Letting the coolness of the rainwater spread over the wrinkles on his face, he suddenly felt that he was no longer a boat trapped in the sea of history, but a lamp in the boat's hand.

The lamp might not be able to shine through the eternal fog, but at least it would let the later generations know that in the countless gaps between destruction and rebirth, someone had stubbornly held the lamp and carved a faint but clear mark in the long river of time.

Perhaps in the next thousand years, there would be another historian who would suddenly see this mark on an autumn night when he was sorting out ancient books and records. He would then sense the light in time and space.

In the end, like himself, they understood that it was a weak but eternal signal that countless civilizations sent to each other amidst destruction and rebirth.

They would become another version of themselves and become spiritual friends with someone in the future.

"That's enough!"

The enlightenment at this moment was not the ecstasy of sudden enlightenment, but the silence of the first melting of spring ice.

He had already understood that every word in history was a scale of reincarnation, and the truth he had pursued throughout his life was never an answer for all civilizations to yield to.

Instead, he saw all the answers flowing in the same circle.

This was the true return to one.

At this moment, the candlelight in the post station flickered, as if the shadows of countless dynasties were overlapping in the light and shadow to form the silhouette of the same reincarnation.

The candlelight and the starlight illuminated each other. In the light, there seemed to be a jade cicada shining within.

As for Chen Mo, he smiled and closed his eyes.

......

The cicada's chirping continued.

The cicada's wings continued.

Scene by scene, bit by bit, piece by piece, they all reflected the different people in different time and space who had the same origin but had evolved into different people due to various trajectories.

Colorful lives.

Colorful, each of them bloomed with thoughts of returning to one after another.

These thoughts rose from time and space and returned to Xu Qing's consciousness, causing his consciousness to grow continuously, allowing him to experience all kinds of lives, and even causing his aura to become an invisible hand that plucked at the strings of the constitution again and again.

More and more notes were played, and in the end, they weaved into a song that was about to be played, a supreme sound called "rhythm".

However … the sound continued to brew, but the sound could not be heard.

Because …

"There's still one missing."

Xu Qing opened his eyes and looked at the void.

That was himself in the last time and space. He had never formed the thought of returning to one. Even with the guidance of the God of Pain's authority, he still could not control it.

His thoughts.

He was a painter.

Once, he burned all the paintings and only wrote the word "one" on a piece of rice paper.

At this moment, there were five more strokes on the rice paper.

"One" became "Come".

The first stroke was also the first stroke of the word "Come".

This was an invitation that transcended time and space.

Therefore, after Xu Qing stared at it, he stood up and took a step into the void.

With that step, he stepped into space-time, into a parallel dimension, and appeared in the old artist's study.

The moment he appeared, the old man who stopped the tip of the brush on the rice paper raised his head. The wrinkles on his face bloomed, and he looked at Xu Qing and smiled.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"And you don't have to speak. Just listen to me."

"I learned painting when I was young, and I once reached the peak of painting. In my old age, I understood the operation of heaven and earth …"

"Moreover, I've seen all living beings in my painting. I've seen everything. For example, Liu Xuanji, Chen Mo, and even you…."

"After that, I burned everything and sat here because I understood that I and the world I'm in might not have existed in the first place. It's because you need us to exist that we exist."

"As for what you need, I've already seen it in the painting 20 years ago."

After saying that, the old painter raised his hand and took out a new piece of rice paper. After taking a deep breath, he ground the ink and finally picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and drew on the rice paper in front of him.

It wasn't a masterpiece. Instead, it was just a few simple strokes that outlined one small grid after another.

After a pause, the old painter dipped it in new ink and drew a line!

This line connected all the small squares.

This stroke seemed to have used up all his remaining strength. At this moment, his aura began to dissipate, and he could not even hold the brush in his hand. Only an old and hoarse voice echoed in the study.

"Unification is not only about space, but also about time."

"Time is a line. It has no present, no past, and no future."

"Space, on the other hand, is a grid. They were originally static, but because of a line of time, after they were connected, they began to move."

"For example, each of those small squares in this painting is us, from the beginning to the end."

"A line of time connects all the small squares. This is the complete parallel life of all space-time."

"So, our path is to remove the line of time, absorb it, and make ourselves time."

"Then, we absorb all the small squares that have become static."

"After doing this, we have achieved the unification of parallel worlds. You have become the only one."

"This state of being the only one, I'm willing to call it… Dimension!"

"That is, our Tenth Extreme!"

After the old painter said the last word, he closed his eyes.

In the study, Xu Qing stepped forward and stared at the rice paper. And the world… began to shatter!