Chapter 560: Supreme Paradox

Qinglong left as self-absorbedly as he had arrived.

The fragile connection between us, as thin as a cicada’s wing, was like our partnership—he came and went as he pleased.

I had no choice but to do my best to keep up with everyone, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

Qinglong’s words gave me a new perspective on Qi Xia’s abilities—

The terror of "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi" far exceeded my imagination.

When Qi Xia is in "Hui Xiang," his mind becomes that of the "Creator God," and this relationship is no longer as simple as "he believes I'm still alive."

Due to our characteristic of dying every ten days, Qi Xia can even "create" new identities for us.

If he believes I am a "participant," then in my next rebirth, I will definitely be a "participant."

If he believes I am a "Zodiac," then I will appear as a "Zodiac" next time.

As Qinglong said, if Qi Xia's "Hui Xiang" happens enough times, this place will one day become orderly because of his thoughts.

If he believes "Tianlong" is the "supreme being" here, then Tianlong as the "supreme being" will appear.

The more Qi Xia fears Tianlong, the stronger Tianlong's power will become.

What a frightening coincidence… that "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi" met "Lun Hui Bu Zhi."

From the moment these two traits collided, one plus one equaled infinity, giving each of us infinite possibilities.

I can’t even think of a solution for Qi Xia—can a person truly control their subconscious?

After pondering for a few minutes, I felt I was overthinking it.

My intelligence and brain capacity couldn’t handle contemplating so many things at once…

Since we're both using Qi Xia, could I approach it from two angles and pursue both at the same time?

First, as Qinglong suggested, I’ll do everything I can to create a "Wen Qiao Yun" in Qi Xia's subconscious.

Due to Qi Xia’s "Hui Xiang" trait, this will become incredibly abstract.

What Qinglong wants isn’t really a "Wen Qiao Yun"—truthfully, as long as Qi Xia can create someone stronger than himself, regardless of whether they're male or female, what they look like, or their background, that person will be "Wen Qiao Yun."

For Qinglong, Wen Qiao Yun is just a code name, not a real person.

Once this plan succeeds, Qi Xia’s ability will be like a bone-scraping steel blade for Qinglong—Qi Xia isn’t a god himself, but he can create one, and that’s "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi."

On the other hand, I’ll lay out my own path.

I have to find a way to tell Qi Xia that "I come from hell."

I want his subconscious to send "me" out.

I don’t want to live here forever as a perpetually reincarnating "participant"—I want to live outside as Xu Liu Nian, who comes from hell.

Is there even a one-in-a-million chance… that one of my "replicas," influenced by Qi Xia, ends up outside, retains all my memories from "Zhong Yan Zhi Di," and then does everything possible to seek help from higher authorities, thereby freeing this place?

Will those true "gods" actually intervene in this mess?

No, there's a even more troublesome issue to solve…

How can "she" prove that "I" haven't escaped?

I felt my brain short-circuiting and couldn’t help touching my forehead—"Zhong Yan Zhi Di" always seems to be built on countless paradoxes; without extraordinary ideas, it's impossible to navigate it with pure logic.

This sensation of overthinking making my head feel cool is probably Chu Tian Qiu and Qi Xia’s daily reality.

They rely on their minds to maneuver here, paving one road after another for themselves.

I began to calm down and carefully consider the feasibility of this.

Suppose a version of "me" really revives in the real world after ten days, how would she prove that everything before wasn't just a dream? And how would she prove that another "me" is still trapped in reincarnation here?

This is even harder than I imagined.

"I" know I'm here, but "she" would think she's outside.

Theoretically, due to the information gap, "I" and "she" can never intersect or achieve any tactical unity.

She can’t get in, I can’t get out, and neither of us can prove the other’s existence.

In other words, even if a version of "me" escapes in the next cycle, another "me" will still be left here suffering through reincarnation.

Wait a minute…

At that thought, my eyes slowly widened, and a chilling sensation swept over my entire body.

My thoughts erupted like a suddenly active volcano, pouring out not scorching lava, but icy coldness.

There’s a even more terrifying problem here!

What if the situation I described has already happened?

What if it's happened to everyone?

We come from various "time lines," and unfortunately, "time lines" are infinite.

Is it possible that every ten days, a version of "us" escapes and returns to a normal "time line," starting a normal life? They think they've escaped, so they feel lucky and never look back.

They believe this terrifying experience is over and won't happen again.

But they don’t know… no matter how many times they escape, a strange replica will remain here, inheriting the memory of not escaping, and continue to reincarnate endlessly.

We are all orphans abandoned by the universe, the most tragic batch of replicas.

I only regret not encountering "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi" sooner; otherwise, I would have figured this out earlier.

In this world, some are "Sheng Sheng," and others are "Bu Xi."

How can I prove that "I" haven't escaped…?

My whole body started shaking uncontrollably. How ridiculous… it seems everything makes sense now…

No wonder they never come to save me…

No wonder Qinglong said, "The real me has already disappeared"…

I have no way to prove whether "I" have truly escaped, and the "I" who escaped has no way to prove that another "me" is still alive here.

We are like two parallel lines in three-dimensional space, shooting off in different directions every ten days.

With this hypothesis, I feel my emotions on the verge of collapse.

For seventy years, I’ve struggled and fought to survive here, thinking I was the luckiest one.

All those years, I never vanished into thin air and kept active in "Zhong Yan Zhi Di"—how could that be unlucky?

Little did I know, for seventy years, I might have been left behind every time, not just unlucky, but the most tragic of all.

Oh god… I’m really going to break down…

Is there any way to end all this?