latent syndrome.

Chapter 486 485. Apostle
deep realm.

spirit.

It is not someone's daydream, nor is it some kind of abstract energy, which is different from reason and consciousness, and it is not a pure cognitive ability.

Rather, it is an all-inclusive, substantive, historical, and social subject.

Walking down the dark steps, the anonymous man was going to see the unit that Selene had mentioned to him, to understand himself better.

"This kind of unit..."

"It's something you've been longing to erase."

"You mentioned it to me."

"The Nature of the Universe."

"You have touched the ultimate truth."

"And believe in the return of everything."

"This makes you a heretic, so you're also wanted by the Judgment."

As Selene walked down the spiral staircase leading to the dark underground space step by step, the torches on the stone walls also burned consciously to provide illumination.

"Is it……"

Anonymous was amazed that he could always break through the lower limit again and again.

It is rumored that the strange disasters that broke out in various places are caused by the return of all things.

He was indeed against the entire deep realm.

"so……"

"Me and the mischief-makers who go around wearing down basic concepts and breaking frameworks."

"Is it the same position?"

Anonymous couldn't accept it, it couldn't be like this, he was so much higher than those people.

"It's complicated."

at last.

Selene took the unknown to the front of the unit that was as unpredictable as the unknown.

By the light of torches.

In the prison cell with iron bars under the restraint, there is a strange man with an expressionless face, his hair shaved to less than a centimeter, wearing a prison uniform, and his eyes are extremely empty.

I don't know how to describe it, it's just unspeakably creepy.

"That's the kind of unit."

"They share your belief in the return of all things."

"Although they are not strong in themselves, and many indexes can't even reach one, they have amazing will and perseverance, and they can't ask anything."

"They're the ones bowing to that truth."

"Also completely gave up looking for the essence of self, returning to chaos."

"It seems to be just a kind of... primitive creature."

"The carrier of truth, the host."

"They have only three qualities."

"Won't mention anything."

"And there was never any doubt."

"The third and last one is to destroy everything indiscriminately."

"correct."

"There is one last point, I don't know if it counts."

"They will always just repeat the same sentence monotonously and rigidly."

Selene said so.

These people are believers in the return of all things.

The host of primordial chaos.

A will born out of nothing in the beginning.

no.

It can only be relative, only in terms of what it negates and cancels.

Just pointing out a contrary existence.

There is no being that is above, scattered and distributed over all beings in its relation to each other, the absolute void of nothingness.

no.

To complete absolute emptiness.

So it is forced to achieve itself by creating all things and projecting the heavens.

It is also equivalent to saying.

Everything that exists, shrouded in the shadow of primordial chaos, inevitably goes to perish in order to complete the absolutely empty Nothing.

If one insists on any method of knowing positively what can only be expressed negatively as the negation of the will, there is no other way but to point out the state experienced by all those who have achieved the complete negation of the will.

I lost myself, detached from the outside world, illuminated universally, God is one, or Buddhists use Nirvana to avoid it, return to Brahma, or the so-called immortals.

These supernatural concepts actually have no form of subject and object. This kind of non-stop hustle and bustle and hustle and bustle that exists out of nothing and in it has been cancelled. It is just a kind of original chaos and absolute emptiness. force.

In the end, the most common time and space are also cancelled.

Until the last bit of embers that endow the body with life and the spirit with consciousness also perish together with the chaos, endless impulses and pursuits, constantly transitioning from desire to fear, from joy to pain, never satisfied and forever The undying hope, the hope that constitutes the life dream of the insatiable man, is completely dead.

Primordial Chaos fully expands and completes itself.

These are the hosts of absolute emptiness.

It has completely denied itself, and does not think that it has the essence of its own existence.

For those whose will has turned against itself and denied itself, including all universes, deep worlds, time and space, and star seas, that is.

Absolutely empty nothing.

They are completing the return of everything.

Achieve yourself through sheer destruction and madness.

Abandoned everything.

For them, everything ordinary becomes a suggestion of the omnipotent, everything becomes profound.

And all the nightmares of pain, all the old worlds.

All just one.

The dead.

Anonymous stared at the treacherous man who was imprisoned in the prison, his expression seemed to be so empty that he was outside of number and existence, detached from eternity.

These strange and troublesome guides.

"Sir."

"Everything is under control."

"Sir."

They will always just repeat the same sentence monotonously and numbly.

It seems that it touched some kind of extremely painful obsession, which evoked the emotion from the past.

This ultimate ultimate terror of the end of the universe.

Beyond what was, was, and will be in the future.

Thoughts, truths, ideas, the unimaginable.

To know it is to know existence, whose essence contains truth.

Mathematical, organic, metaphysical.

When it exists alone, it is just a symbol, and when it can be integrated with everything, it contains the power of the universe.

completely out of their control.

The Nameless almost instinctively used his hands to pass through the gap in the iron bars, and his five fingers directly dug into the strange man's head.

Then there was a loud bang.

Flesh and brains exploded everywhere, forming a shower of rain, spraying on the walls of the prison and the face of the nameless man.

suddenly.

That curse spread again, and the hand that Anonymous exploded the strange man spread extremely freezing frost, making him feel like he was in the icy winter.

"Are you OK……"

Selene was a little shocked. Although she knew the result, it had never been this serious.

Even the nameless groaned hoarsely in pain, the extreme cold spread to the whole body, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and every exhaled breath was filled with extremely freezing cold air.

This coldness made him go crazy, and made him desperately plunder to find his original memory.

To solve this endless nightmare.

After a person dies, he does not actually achieve real death. The spirit radiated by him is still wandering in the deep world, and these spirits containing resentment or unwillingness cannot be erased, and they will suffer in eternal pain.

Selene supported the Anonymous who was in a trance and hallucination, so as not to let him fall down. She couldn't bear to see him suffer eternally in such a cycle of reincarnation. She should give him more time to prepare.

He has suffered too much in this hell.

At the same time, the guides of the chaos and the hosts of the original chaos detained in other cells have different faces, but they all have shaved hair and hideous faces.

"Sir, everything is under control."

These ones.

Numbness, terror, despair.

Endless repetition.

(End of this chapter)