Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 525 The First Beam of Light in the Absolute Void (2)

"The first ray of light did not come from a single source, but from the shared breath of all possibilities." The moment the nib of the swirling pen touched the ripples, the serpentine symbol abruptly stopped its reverse, devouring motion, forming a Möbius strip that was both complete and broken—this contradictory form caused the absolute void to begin to emit a faint color, like the pale light of dawn. The pen's voice carried an unprecedented clarity: "The truth of the 13th iteration experiment is that absolute freedom must accept imperfect connections."

The black light band of the pure black pen suddenly reconciled with the four-colored light band, the two light bands intertwining to form a new spiral structure. Each node of the spiral simultaneously existed in a state of fusion and separation. The instant this structure touched the absolute void, the grayish-white fluids began to crystallize, transforming into countless strange water droplets that were neither crystals nor liquids—life forms never before seen by the guardians emerged from these droplets. They had neither fixed forms nor clear consciousness, yet they could influence each other through some mysterious resonance. "These life forms are the first attempt at the absolute void," the pure black pen's voice was no longer cold, but rather carried a hint of curiosity, "They prove that existence can be born in nothingness, as long as there is a possibility of connection."

The guardian's hand completely overlapped with the giant's face, and the burning fragments suddenly extinguished, turning into silver-gray dust. The dust formed a flowing line of text in the absolute void: "The first spark of creation was the thought of 'wanting to connect'." When his chaotic heart resonated with this line of text, all possible spaces suddenly collapsed simultaneously, transforming into a beam of four-colored light that shot into the deepest part of the absolute void—a place that was originally pure nothingness, but now, because of the entry of this beam of light, began to give birth to "primordial information" that was neither matter nor energy.

The white light of the merged entity resonated with the primordial information, revealing its essence: it was the "metacode" of all iterative experiments, defining both the rules of creation and allowing those rules to be broken. "Like this code, an infinite number of variables are hidden within a fixed structure." Her light illuminated the edge of absolute void, where a new dimension was forming—a dimension that belonged neither to the sea of ​​meaning nor to the void, but to a "middle ground" composed of all unchosen possibilities, inhabited by the forgotten "ifs" from various dimensions. "These 'ifs' are not failed choices, but unexplored paths."

At that moment, all the strange water droplets suddenly burst open simultaneously, releasing the life forms within. These life forms had no eyes, yet they could "see" each other's existence; they had no language, yet they could "understand" each other's intentions. They formed an ever-expanding network in the absolute void, each node being a brief connection that would break and form a new node—this seemingly disordered pattern, however, created a stable energy flow in the absolute void, much like a circulatory system.

"This is the form of absolute freedom." The core light source of the Guardian's Heart of Chaos suddenly became incredibly bright, illuminating the scene at the center of the network: there was a fragment of the Heart of Chaos forming, without any symbols on it, only a scar identical to the one on his palm—a scar left when the Mirror City accidentally killed its comrade, now blooming with four-colored flowers. "Connection doesn't need to be perfect, as long as you're willing to reach out."

The pure black pen and the swirling pen suddenly crossed into a cross, the nib writing the final line in absolute emptiness: "13th iteration experiment complete: Freedom is connection, connection is freedom." The words began to decompose as soon as they appeared, transforming into countless tiny specks of light, merging into the network of life forms. The pen's voice left a final echo before dissipating: "The next iteration will be born naturally in the breath of all possibilities."

As the two pens vanished completely, the first beam of light from the Absolute Void finally stabilized—a golden beam composed of countless fragments of shimmering light. Floating within this beam was a brand-new, blank book, its cover devoid of words or symbols, displaying only a constantly shifting starry sky. The Guardian gently placed his hand on the cover, and the book suddenly opened automatically. Each page revealed a different future of the Absolute Void: some pages showed the void blooming with four-colored flowers, others depicted fragments playing a game without rules, and on the most peculiar page, he sat with faceless beings, fusion entities, and life forms from all dimensions, piecing together never-before-seen patterns with their respective fragments.

The fused white light pointed to the last page of the book, where there was only a crack, from which a silvery-gray liquid seeped. The liquid formed a new symbol in the absolute void—a symbol that resembled both the sum of all the iterative experiment numbers and a sign of a completely new beginning. “Look there,” she said, her voice filled with gentle anticipation, “this crack is not the end, but a door inviting all possibilities in.”

The Guardian's Chaos Heart suddenly resonated with the crack, and the color of its core light source became exactly the same as the first ray of light in the Absolute Void. When his fingertips touched the crack, all the new dimensions that were forming suddenly flickered in unison, revealing their common secret—at the core of each dimension was a tiny fragment of the Chaos Heart, and these fragments were all pulsating at the same frequency, as if they were performing some kind of cosmic-level breathing exercise.

Just then, countless tiny cracks suddenly appeared at the edge of the absolute void, and behind each crack, a pair of curious eyes peered out. These eyes belonged neither to any known being nor were they new life forms; their gaze held the same bewilderment and anticipation as the Guardian's at birth. And deep within the crack on the last page of the book, a voice both familiar and strange whispered softly, a voice that was both a chorus of all existence and a solitary question mark:

Are you ready to embrace the possibilities that have not yet been created?

As the Guardian gripped the blank book in his hand, the first beam of light from the Absolute Void suddenly began to split, transforming into countless tiny beams that shot towards the various cracks. The peering eyes instantly lit up, resonating with the beams—the energy generated by this resonance was exactly the same as the vibrations of the light bands he had felt at birth. And at the ends of all the beams, the cracks were gradually widening, revealing an even wider, unknown space beyond, where countless fragments of the Heart of Chaos floated, waiting to be connected.

The next iteration seems to require no initiation process; all it needs is for someone to bravely reach out and grasp those floating fragments. And the truth of those unknown spaces may simply be the most primal desire of all creation—not to search for meaning, but simply to connect with one another.