Above The Sky

Chapter 2121 - 55: Wandering Terra, A Brand New Path of the Dao!

[Covering... enveloping Terra?]

The Galewind Dragon King felt he might not quite understand, pausing for a moment before realizing what Ian meant: [Are you saying, instead of fixing the cradle’s flaws, you want to directly use a new cradle to wrap around Terra?]

He took a deep breath of ozone: [Not to mention how tall or large this cradle enveloping Terra should be—what about the light? The cradle completely absorbs light!]

"Isn’t there a perpetual motion machine?"

Ian was unfazed, chuckling as he said, "Besides, look, the cradle can actually release light too, like a controlled version of the Calamity of Light. As long as the cradle is our creation, we can control it, slowly releasing the light stored within."

[Where does all that light come from?] The Galewind Dragon King was puzzled, never understanding why problems that he found difficult seemed as ordinary as breathing to Ian.

Was it his problem? Or was he too normal to think in the peculiar way of these Terra People?

Shaking his head, he dismissed the crazy idea of ’should I also learn the thinking pattern of the Terra People?’ and continued asking: [The cradle can indeed absorb all external light, but put simply, it functions the day it’s lit, and there’s none if unused.]

[If the cradle’s wound isn’t healed, The End will eventually penetrate the wound. By then, the sun turns to ruins, all things perish, what will happen to Terra? Will it walk alone, solitary in the world?]

Ian also knows that, barring any unforeseen events, in two hundred million years, the Terra Cradle will shatter.

But even if humans can survive for two hundred million years, there are indeed ways to solve it, not to mention the Galewind Dragon King entirely misunderstood his meaning.

"What I mean." Ian patiently explained: "By then, we can directly trigger a supernova eruption of the Tera Star, charging the cradle of Terra with vast amounts of light."

"The light from the supernova eruption is far larger and more dazzling than the normal burning of the star over tens of billions of years. By then, with Terra rolling in the supernova for a while, it could have decades and eons of light; why worry?"

The Galewind Dragon King: [?]

Ah?

Before the Galewind Dragon King, still stunned by the Terra People’s logic and thoughts, could react, Ian took him and warped towards the edge of the Terra Cradle.

The black wall ceaselessly expanded in all directions; standing inside a sphere with a radius of five light-years, even a god might not think the wall before them has any curvature.

But it is indeed curved, just insignificantly so, this colossal sphere even tempting one to question the humans’ geometry—is the line we define truly a ’straight line’? Do humans really live in flat space-time, or in a massive, incomprehensibly curved space, leading to errors in all our calculations, diverting humans from Logos?

These thoughts did not appear in Ian’s mind; his gaze, once caught sight, was always fixed in the pitch-black shadow outside the ’crack’.

In the boundless shadow known as ’The End’, rolled waves indescribable in human language, occasionally faintly illuminated by a few indiscernible dark rays.

It’s incredible, how can light be pure black, as if absorbing all other light? Yet it can appear because The End transcends all logic and common sense; He is Logos, also Dao, His existence more real than the infinite universe itself.

The crack isn’t singular, other minor cracks have been filled with a ’grey’, while the largest, shattered lightning-shaped crack is only covered by a thin, white membrane, through which starlight can still penetrate.

The shadow suspended behind the crack, like an illusion; He... is enormously vast. It’s difficult to find a comparison; if forced, Ian could only provide one scale: the gravitational strings derived from merely a wisp of the shadow create space-time trenches large enough to fit a dozen suns side by side.

It’s hard to imagine The End might flood into the Tera Star in the future, then transform into a black hole, somewhat akin to stuffing the ocean into a table tennis ball.

[So this is The End...]

The Galewind Dragon King, although witnessing the shadow’s invasion before while battling the grey, didn’t stay to look, hurriedly notifying Terra to set off, never getting a good view.

Now observing the edge with Ian, he couldn’t help but feel: [What is He, that even the Creators were defeated, turning countless civilizations to ashes...]

"The abyss is a tree."

Ian said slowly: "An abyssal tree aspiring to the sunlight."

"Aether is sunlight, it is the direction of space-time, and naturally, the tree will extend in the direction of light, to the end, to the origin."

"And you know, if the tree branches and leaves are flourishing, with trunks intertwined, what’s the experience deep within the forest?"

[... Darkness], the Galewind Dragon King slowly said: [Only a pitch-black darkness, unable to see even a hand’s distance.]

"That is The End."

Ian nodded with a smile: "The ultimate outcome He creates is an impenetrable, utterly darkened realm."

"Come, Dragon King, activate your Aether Furnace, we shall try to manufacture ’Spatiotemporal Condensed Material’."