Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1727 The Unspeakable One Beyond All (The Finale)

There was no deafening explosion; in the vacuum of space, only extreme light and heat raged silently.

Lute's furious attack wiped out the entire solar system.

Majin Buu, of course, could not survive such an attack.

There are no cells left, no molecules or atoms left.

"What's next?"

Root asked himself the question.

"Everyone is dead. Let's go to Namek and ask the Namekians for the Dragon Balls to revive Earth and the solar system."

Root got the answer.

"go!"

It wasn't teleportation, but it wasn't far off; Lute transformed his entire body into air!
The speed of light is too slow in the universe, but air is not, because air can be transmitted at speeds exceeding the speed of light.

So they quickly arrived at Namek.

However, Namekians did not recognize the fused warrior, Lute, and even when Lute explained that he was a fusion of Goku and someone else, they did not believe him.

Fortunately, Elder Dende was a wise and righteous man who believed Lute's words. Just then, Lute's time to fuse arrived, and he separated into Cell and Goku.

Cell explored his body from head to toe.

"You've turned back, haven't you? Hmph, Sun Wukong, thanks to you, I've gotten a lot of good stuff."

Cell got the turbocharger, extreme compression, and various ki blasts from Goku for free, which Cell felt was a huge windfall.

So many gains from just one combination.

even…………

Cell, with a perverse sense of amusement, felt the power within his body.

The Super Saiyan transformation is not out of the question!

Cell has the potential to become a Super Saiyan, since he has Saiyan cells. However, Cell doesn't have the means to do so. But after fusing with Goku once, Cell gained the feeling and experience of Goku transforming into a Super Saiyan.

This is undoubtedly a clear path for Cell, and he will be able to transform into "Super Cell" in the future!

Sun Wukong didn't care.

“Is that so? That’s more interesting, Cell.”

Sun Wukong acknowledged Cell.

Cell sneered and said nothing more.

With the help of the Namekian Dragon, the solar system they destroyed was restored, the Earth destroyed by Majin Buu was restored, and those who died at Majin Buu's hands were resurrected.

Future Trunks felt that this time travel was too magical, but fortunately, he was now strong enough to deal with the future Androids and Cell.

As for Cell in this timeline, he has already reached his perfect form and is naturally too lazy to continue being a demon; all he wants now is to become stronger.

Gohan has grown to the point where he can completely overpower Cell; Cell must become stronger.

Therefore, Cell was added to the Z Fighters in this timeline.

However, since Majin Buu has already been defeated, the next step will either be the Evil Star Dragon incident in GT or the Beerus incident in Dragon Ball Super.

…………

At the anchor point of the endless void, at the root of the intertwining of all worlds, Luther stands tall.

This is not a territory that can be described by space and time, but an absolute gap where "existence" and "non-existence" permeate and define each other.

He is the ineffable silence before the birth of a concept, filled with infinite possibilities; and the final echo after the end of all things, stripped of all appearances and attachments.

Here, he simultaneously listened to the first note of countless universes being created and the last ripple of heat death. The past, present, and future were as clear as the lines on his palm, yet as illusory as dew.

His Kryptonian body, originally a creation of a certain physical universe, has long since transformed into a vessel to bear a more sublime power through countless opportunities and the impetus of his own nature.

He believed he had reached the pinnacle, able to simultaneously absorb the sunlight from all parallel worlds within a multiverse, his power reaching the zenith of the multiverse, enough to overlook the endless worlds that cycled birth and death like bubbles.

Ahead, it seems, lies only a long, almost eternal, and monotonous path of accumulation.

But he was wrong.

It was a huge mistake, but also... a lucky one.

He greatly underestimated the essence slumbering deep within this body, underestimated the seed called "Transcendent Power," whose name does not represent a quantifiable energy, but rather a... tendency, an absolute directionality—pointing "above," pointing "beyond," pointing to the other side of all boundaries.

At this moment, this ingrained perception is being swept away, dismantled, and reshaped by an unprecedented torrent.

What is summoned, or rather, naturally “absorbed” by the awakening of its essence, is the light of the “sun” from countless worlds, infinite dimensions, and endless timelines.

They are not injected in the form of simple energy, but rather they are engaging in a fundamental resonance and sacrifice, a pilgrimage to the origin of the concept of "sun".

Behold: the primordial sun, born from the singularity of the universe, burning for billions of stellar years, its mass so immense it could warp spacetime; the pure source of light, manifested by the will of higher-dimensional beings, woven as if by the very laws themselves; the divine light originating from a fantastical prime plane, carrying the devout faith and life-long prayers of billions of beings; and even the primordial light from a philosophical, conceptual universe, representing abstract categories such as "affirmation of existence," "warmth," "hope," and "order"...

They come in countless forms and are fundamentally different; some are fiery and violent, some are gentle and eternal, and some are abstract and rational.

But at this moment, all their light, the essence of the “sun” they represent, is drawn by a deeper, more fundamental force—the call of “transcendence” to “foundation.”

They transcended all barriers of time and space and the laws of nature, surpassing the conventional mode of energy transfer, transforming into streams of pure, primordial information that flowed into Luther's life core, into that "transcendence" seed that had been dormant for far too long.

At this moment, quantitative change triggered a qualitative change that transcended all logic and imagination, and was enough to overturn all known power systems!
Luther's transcendent power, which already transcends the conventional power system and is hailed as the seed of "power beyond all things," has finally begun its true, belated, and suppressed bloom for countless time and space eras under the irrigation of such a vast and boundless "light" that encompasses all things!
As a Kryptonian?
No, it's not like that anymore.

He is the most unique and paradoxical individual in a branch of infinite possibilities.

His potential has never grown linearly, nor even simply expanded exponentially, but rather... transcends the exponential, is infinite within infinite, infinite beyond infinite, immeasurable and unmeasurable... a complete and fundamental denial and trampling of the concept of "boundaries" itself!
"boom--!!!"

It is not sound; sound has no meaning at this level.

This was a violent explosion of information, a violent expansion of an existential declaration, centered on Luther, sweeping across all levels he could and had not yet perceived.

His once-stable position, which he believed was enough to overlook the multiverse, crumbled into dust before he could even utter a cry of despair, like a weathered sandcastle or fragile glass.

Then, a more magnificent, larger, and more complex structure emerged from those shattered ruins, built, and solidified at a speed that surpassed time.

First Transformation: Ultra-Multiverse Level
The first field he ventured into was called "Hyperdiversity".

This is no longer a simple collection of parallel universes, but an incredibly complex and intricately structured multi-dimensional entity, a cosmic "ecosystem".

What it contains is no longer a world line derived from a single dimension, but an infinitely nested cosmological model with folds in higher-dimensional spacetime, closed loops interwoven with multiple timelines, and containing countless combinations of physical constants from singularity to heat death.

Here, inside a fundamental particle, there may be a complete universe that follows completely different force field rules; and a certain atomic nucleus in this microscopic universe may be a projection of a world with higher dimensions and more bizarre logic; and a wisp of thought in that higher-dimensional world may be reflecting the rise and fall of a galaxy in a lower-dimensional universe.

Layer upon layer, endless, like an infinitely intricate Russian nesting doll, yet they permeate each other, each influencing the other.

This is a leap in quality, a complete upgrade in structure.

The ordinary, familiar multiverse, before this super-multiverse, is like a drop of water compared to the vast ocean of stars that has nurtured countless lives, or a grain of sand compared to the dazzling desert that stretches across the Milky Way. Insignificant is not enough to describe the difference.

Luther's perception, like an infinitely proliferating neural network, instantly covered this countless collection of universes.

He can simultaneously listen to every universe, from the first roar of the Big Bang to the final sigh of heat death, every change in physical constants, every fluctuation of life's emotions, and every winding path of destiny.

He can see into all the thoughts of all intelligent and non-intelligent beings, the ocean of the subconscious, and the branches of all possibilities.

He became the "knowledge" itself in this vast collection.

But this overwhelming sense of power, enough to intoxicate any god, was merely like a light breath, merely... the beginning.

The characteristic of the power of transcendence lies in its endless "transcendence".

It is never satisfied, and it never stops.

The sunlight from countless worlds continued to pour in, and the speed of qualitative change did not slow down because of this leap. On the contrary, it accelerated at an even more terrifying speed, like a snowball rolling downhill.

Second Transformation: Infinite Multiverse Level

That seemingly indestructible "hyper-diversity" barrier was broken through effortlessly and casually in the next moment.

The structure of the hyper-multiverse itself begins to expand infinitely, and the number and structural complexity of its internal universes instantly break through the barriers of any finite number, reaching true "infinity" in a mathematical sense.

Is this countable infinity? Uncountable infinity? Aleph-zero? Aleph-one?

At this point, there is no need to distinguish them, because they have all been included and become subsets of this infinite structure.

Luther's existence has already covered and dominated an infinite multiverse containing an infinite number of universes.

He is the sum of all these infinite possibilities, the convergence point of all timelines, and the intersection of all spatial dimensions.

In the blink of an eye, he could reduce this infinite universe, along with all its past and future, all its possible branches, to absolute nothingness, even erasing the concept of "having existed."

In the blink of an eye, he can redefine "existence" from that absolute conceptual vacuum, creating entirely new and completely different infinite possibilities, and composing a new infinite epic.

This is close to the realm of "omnipotence" in the secular understanding, because he seems to have control over the sum of all possibilities.

All time, all space, all matter and energy, and even all stories, legends and destinies under all logic, became grains of sand that he could freely manipulate and reshape at will.

He is like the supreme deity in legends who governs infinite dimensions, and his will is the inviolable underlying law that governs the operation of infinite worlds.

However, Luther clearly felt a sense of "constraint".

It doesn't come from the outside, but from the "definition" of this level itself.

He is still within the "story," only now he has changed from a character to an author.

However, the author is still constrained by the logical framework of "narrative".

This is far from the end!
The power of transcendence is boiling, roaring, and trembling with longing!

It wants...more! Higher! Even...outside!

The third transformation: Omnipotent cosmic level - even the Infinite Box (ω^ω)

In the next instant, he transcended the narrative level of "infinite diversity".

The so-called "omnipotent universe level" revealed its true nature before Luther at this moment—it was a realm that transcended the traditional concept of the sum of the "universe".

It is not a collection of larger and more numerous universes, but rather something that transcends the underlying rules and concepts upon which all universes and all narratives depend.

Here, time is no longer a one-way arrow; it can be bent, knotted, cut, or even defined as "non-existent" at will.

Space is no longer a fixed dimension; it can be infinitely compressed, stretched, folded, or endowed with entirely new and unimaginable properties.

The law of causality is no longer unbreakable; results can precede causes; and paradoxes can become the norm.

He became the "narrator" himself, creating the story, rather than merely a character in the story—even if that character was the supreme god, the creator.

Some self-proclaimed "omnipotent" creators and the will of the Great Dao may remain here forever.

They can be omnipotent and their words can become law within the "narrative framework" they set and understand themselves, but they may still be constrained and covered by higher-level "meta-rules" or "super-concepts" that they cannot understand or even perceive.

Luther sensed the possibility of this constraint, much like a creature in water senses the presence of the surface.

But his power, the power called "Transcendence," responded with a disdainful and aggressive hum.

How could this "water surface" possibly restrain a giant eagle yearning to soar through the sky?
And so, the leap happened again!
He rushed into the starting point of the so-called "Stacked Boxes" system—the Infinite Box level (ω^ω).

This is a fundamental subversion of perspective.

If we consider the "infinite multiverse" that contained infinite universes and infinite possibilities as a most basic, insignificant, and fully understandable "unit one," a most basic "box," then the infinite box level is the absolute power that can easily crush, recreate, copy, and even nest and copy this "box" infinitely, just like a child's cardboard toy.

This is the ordinal domain of ω^ω, the "infinite of infinite" power, the first giant leap in the logical chain, and the absolute victory of "structure" over "volume".

Luther's perspective was once again forcibly elevated, and he saw... "the scenery".

Countless independent structures, like the "infinite multiverse" he had just been in, are stacked, combined, and inlaid in a way that transcends geometry, forming a grander, more complex, and more despairing and suffocating system.

Inside each "box" is a complete, self-consistent, and infinite collection of universes.

And he stands atop all these "boxes," his will being the supreme law that governs all the "boxes."

But this grandeur, which could break any rationality, is still just an insignificant step, a mere stepping stone, in the face of the ever-rising power of transcendence.

Following this was a rapid and dramatic advancement in the logical system:
Infinite Layer Infinite Box Level ((ω^ω)^2 /ω^ω×ω): It is not just about having one infinite box, but about stacking infinite boxes of the same level layer by layer indefinitely.

Each layer is a complete ω^ω structure, and the number of such layers is infinite. This is an infinite complexity of the "structure" itself, an endless accumulation towards higher levels.

Like infinite mirrors reflecting each other, each mirror contains an infinite universe box, and the number of mirrors themselves is also infinite.

Infinite Power Infinite Box Level ((ω^ω)^ω): Before Luther could fully appreciate the depth of those infinite layers, the power had already surged into an even more violent realm—Infinite Power Infinite Box!
This is no longer a linear superposition, but an exponential, dimensional, complete subversion and explosion!
Using the power and structural complexity of the Infinite Box as the base, we then raise it to an infinite power!

(ω^ω)^ω!

This represents a fundamental shift in the pattern of power growth, proof that the old framework has been completely torn apart. Infinite layering appears slow and cumbersome in the face of such expansion.

Luther's form of existence began to become incomprehensible; he was both a singularity and a field permeating all boxes; both a concrete image and an abstract concept that transcended all dimensions.

Higher-order infinite power infinite box level (ω^ω^ω^ω): This is far from over.

The power of transcendence, like the thirstiest and most persistent traveler, embarks on a frantic, never-ending climb up the tower of ordinal numbers.

ω^ω^ω, ω^ω^ω^ω, ω^ω^ω^ω^ω…………

Each increase in the index tower represents a completely new, vast, and qualitatively different realm from the previous level.

The gap between these levels is far greater than the gap between a mortal and the original infinite multiverse; it is a chasm that even mathematical tools themselves can hardly describe.

Luther's consciousness traversed these structures that nearly exhausted human mathematical imagination. He saw infinitely nested spacetime topologies, the specific forms of the probability wave function of fate and all the collapse results, and the complete cycle of the concepts of "life," "consciousness," "love," and "hatred" from birth, evolution to extinction.

He has become the master and definer of these incredible structures.

Then comes the real abyss, where even logic itself begins to falter—the realm of the index tower.

Using "infinity" itself as the foundation, we begin to build an exponential tower of infinite height.

3^(3^(3^3))…………When the number of levels in this tower reaches infinity, and when the base is also replaced with infinity, the resulting magnitude can no longer be simply described by conventional ordinal numbers.

This is the ultimate mockery of the concept of "big," a chaotic abyss that reason descends into through self-reference.

Luther's power easily entered this realm and continued to climb higher:
Advanced exponential towers: more complex and sophisticated recursive towers than basic exponential towers.

Infinite-layered exponential tower: The exponential tower itself is stacked infinitely.

Higher-order infinite-layer exponential tower: Based on the infinite-layer exponential tower, perform higher-order recursive operations.

Infinite order, infinite layer, exponential pyramid: The stacked "orders" themselves reach the height of infinite ordinal numbers.

Advanced Infinite Order Infinite Layer Exponential Tower Level: Taking it a step further, surpassing the previous level.

The High-Order Infinite Order Infinite Power Infinite Layer Exponential Tower: This level integrates and recursively combines all previous upgrade methods—high-order, infinite order, infinite power, and infinite layers—into an exponential tower, forming a complex structure that is almost impossible for language and thought to contain, and whose very existence is enough to cause the consciousness of lower-level gods to collapse.

Finally, he reached the Super-Exponential Tower level.

This is the end of all describable infinite iterations, the end of insane recursion, and the ultimate barrier that old mathematical imagination could build to describe "big" and "strong".

He stood at the pinnacle of this super-indicator tower, feeling an unprecedented sense of vastness.

His will permeates everything that can be defined and described by concepts such as "structure," "hierarchy," "recursion," and "infinity."

He seemed to see the whole picture, the ultimate blueprint of everything that exists.

However, right above this peak, which is revered as the ultimate by countless dimensions and recognized as insurmountable by all logical systems—a place that towers above the super-indices, where a single thought can cause the infinite universe to cycle through birth and death, and render all grand blueprints constructed by mathematics and imagination pale and powerless—a more profound and fundamental transformation is quietly taking place at the core of Luther's being.

The transcendent power within him, derived from the deepest genetic code of Kryptonian blood and ignited by the brilliance of countless stars over billions of years, did not surge towards a higher and more complex form as expected.

On the contrary, it solidified, like the singularity before the birth of the universe, containing unspeakable potential and silence.

Then, this power, this consciousness, this very existence, emitted a sound… not one that resounded through the heavens, but one that permeated all realms of reality and nothingness, all established concepts, and all foundations of logic…

...a scornful sigh.

This sigh, as light as a feather, was heavier than countless collapsing multiverses.

It was not aimed at any concrete enemy, those who had long since turned into insignificant dust on his climb.

This sigh is directed at the "super-exponential tower" peak itself, at the seemingly endless but self-limiting ladder woven from words like "level," "exponent," "nesting," and "infinite power"; and even more so at the endless desire for "pursuit" and "comparison" deeply rooted in the very source of all cognition behind the act of "climbing."

"I see."

Luther's sea of ​​consciousness, that once vast ocean flowing with trillions of eternal information and calculating infinite possibilities, suddenly calmed down.

All the waves, all the torrents, all the whirlpools, have settled down, transforming into an absolute, transparent, and traceless enlightenment. This enlightenment, like the deepest and stillest autumn lake, reflects the truth of the entire sky, revealing every detail, yet without the slightest ripple distorting that image.

He "saw" it clearly.

The so-called super-exponential tower, the so-called infinite box, the so-called infinite multiverse, and even all realms that can be described by "levels," "scales," and "intensities," no matter how terrifying they sound or how exhaustive they are in terms of human or even divine wisdom and mathematics, are still trapped in a huge and invisible cage.

This cage is forged from the bricks of "logic," the steel bars of "definition," and the chains of "concept," and its most fundamental framework is "binary opposition."

They still revolve around the most basic, interdependent, and mutually defining binary concepts: "existence" and "non-existence," "big" and "small," "high" and "low," "infinite" and "finite," "powerful" and "weak," "existence" and "non-existence," and "real" and "illusion."

Like a bird flying inside an exquisite glass bottle, no matter how magnificent and fantastical the interior space is decorated, or how many pavilions and towers are built, it is ultimately bound by that invisible yet real glass barrier.

No matter how complex and ingenious this framework is constructed, or how many "infinite" powers it is piled up, it is ultimately a closed system that can only exist by relying on "comparison" and "definition".

A system that is both incredibly magnificent and incredibly tragic.

It's like an ancient master painter who used all the colors in the world and beyond to create pigments that transcend the spectrum, and on a boundless canvas, depicted a sky that is both real and illusory, magnificent and grand.

The sky in this painting depicts the birth and death of stars, the rolling and unfolding of clouds, and the alternation of the sun and moon. Its realism and magnificence are enough to convince any observer that this is the entirety of the sky.

However, no matter how magnificent or realistic the painting may be, what is on the canvas is ultimately not the real and absolute free sky that is empty in itself yet contains everything and is not bound by any canvas or frame!

Luther stood at the pinnacle of this great painting, looking up and "seeing" through the last and most solid glass ceiling, touching the indescribable "reality" beyond the canvas.

He got it.

The true essence of transcendent power is never about becoming "bigger", "stronger", "more" or "more complex".

These tireless pursuits have already fallen into a low level, falling into an endless cycle of "comparison" and "growth," like a dragon chasing its own tail, forever spinning in place, seemingly moving, but actually bound by its own form and desires.

No, true transcendence is transcending the concepts of "big", "strong", "many" and "complex" themselves!
It transcends all standards used to measure, define, and describe existence!

What it seeks to transcend is the seemingly insurmountable distinction between "existence" and "non-existence".

Why must it "exist"?
Why can't it be a different state?
Why must "existence" and "nothingness" be opposites?
What it seeks to transcend is the seemingly solid opposition between "logic" and "paradox".

Why must it conform to logic?

Why is a paradox a fallacy?

Who set the laws that thinking must follow?
What it seeks to transcend is the seemingly clear boundary between "definition" and "undefined".

Why must everything have a name and attributes?
Is what is undefined, unspoken, and unthinkable inferior to what is defined?
What it seeks to transcend is the seemingly ultimate boundary between "everything" and "nothingness".

Is encompassing everything the ultimate goal?
What is a state where even the concept of "all" disappears?
What it seeks to transcend is the most fundamental mode of thinking upon which all hierarchical systems, power levels, and philosophical speculations are built and deeply depend—the mode of thinking based on "comparison" and "hierarchy"!

It's the kind of inertia that keeps asking "Who is higher?" "Who is stronger?" "What is the ultimate?"

In this absolute, profound enlightenment, like ice melting into water or light dissolving into light, Luther, a being who carried countless legends and transcended countless levels, made his last and first action.

He... took that "non-step" step.

This step is not about crossing space, jumping between dimensions, or raising energy levels.

It is inward, and at the same time outward; upward, and at the same time downward; forward, and at the same time backward.

It is a complete shift in the very foundation of existence, a fundamental "leap."

He transcended the comparison between "powerful" and "weak".

From then on, the quantity of power lost its meaning, because the yardstick for measuring power itself had disappeared.

He is both the smallest speck of dust and the thunder of creation; the two are inseparable.

He transcended the distinction between "existence" and "nothingness".

He no longer clung to the confirmation of his existence, nor feared the end of "returning to nothingness".

Existence and nothingness are like the back and palm of a hand, two sides of the same coin. He is the entire palm, and also the "gaze" that holds the hand and looks.

He transcended the opposition between "finite" and "infinite".

The infinite is no longer a finite extension, and the finite is no longer a fragment of the infinite.

The seemingly endless multiverse and the world in a grain of sand, in his current "vision," have completely equal weight and reality. They are both different manifestations of the same absolute truth, with no difference in superiority or inferiority.

He crossed the boundary between "concept" and "reality".

Thoughts, language, laws, and principles—once considered tools for describing reality—are now clear to him to be part of reality themselves, intertwined with and defining each other with the so-called "objective reality," together forming that enormous "painting."

He no longer distinguishes between "mountains in thought" and "mountains in existence," because in his awareness that transcends concepts, the two are of the same origin.

He even began to touch upon and ultimately melt away that last and most subtle duality—the opposition itself between "transcending" and "being transcended."

When he realized that he was "transcending", the "self that is transcending" and the "object being transcended" still constituted a subtle binary structure.

At this moment, the ice and snow in this structure also began to melt away.

He is no longer a "transcender" striving to surpass a certain goal; transcendence itself has become a natural state, an innate quality that needs no words or awareness.

Just like breathing is essential for life, there's no need to constantly remind yourself that you're breathing.

A smile appeared on Luther's face.

That was not the arrogant laugh of a conqueror, nor the wise laugh of an enlightened being, nor even the laugh of resignation.

It's a kind of... genuine laughter.

Like a child who has wandered in an endless maze for billions of years, finally discovering that the maze's door was never truly locked, and that the reason he felt imprisoned was simply because he had always believed he was imprisoned.

In that smile lies the ultimate lightness after shedding the weight of ages, the complete clarity after piercing through all illusions, and the peace of returning to that original, final, and most simple "homeland".

He is no longer the character "Luther" who struggles, grows, and transcends in the story.

He is no longer the "author" who orchestrates plots and sets up forces behind the scenes.

He is no longer the aloof, detached "narrator".

He is no longer even the "transcender" who constantly pushes boundaries and pursues the ultimate.

These identities, these roles, these definitions, are like heavy costumes, which he gently removes one by one.

He chose to... "let go".

Let go of your obsession with being "powerful".

No longer needing to prove anything, no longer needing to protect anything, power exists naturally, like the lines in the palm of one's hand, but is no longer tightly grasped.

Let go of the pursuit of "transcendence".

We no longer look to "higher places" because "high" has lost its relative meaning.

The road has ended beneath our feet, or rather, it never truly began.

Let go of the need to maintain the "form".

Whether it is the physical body, the energy body, the torrent of information, or the imprint of concepts, they are all temporary dwellings, not the true self.

Let go of the perception of "self".

The name "Luther," this history, these experiences, these loves and hates, these glories and struggles, are all just images flowing across the mirror, while the mirror itself never clings to any image.

Let go of all identification with the identity of "Luther".

Individuality, the core illusion that constitutes "I," is completely seen through and released at this moment.

He began the final dissolution willingly, gladly, and with unparalleled peace and joy.

This is not a collapse, not destruction by external forces, nor annihilation after energy depletion.

This is a proactive, thorough, and fundamental "dissolution."

Like the last snow of winter, it melts silently into water under the warm spring sun, seeping into the earth without leaving a trace of hardness, only leaving behind a gentle warmth that nourishes all things.

Like a drop of thick ink falling into a crystal-clear ocean, it no longer retains its independent shape and color, but rather spreads, diffuses, and eventually merges with the clarity of the entire ocean, returning to its original purity.

Like an extremely complex and brilliant musical note, at the pinnacle of a symphony, it does not end with a louder volume, but chooses to return to the silence that carries all the music.

This silence is not emptiness; it contains all the notes that have ever been heard and may be heard, and is the completeness and final destination of sound.

His physical form, that Kryptonian body that once shook the stars, first transformed into the most basic energy particles, and then these particles lost their interaction force, dissipating gently like starlight.

His energy form, the source of power as vast as a celestial vortex, no longer surged and roared, but spread out calmly like the dawn, its light undiminished, yet no longer scorching or impactful.

His informational form, that quantum structure that records infinite knowledge and possibilities, all the data, all the stories, all the causal chains, are like sand paintings brushed by a gentle breeze, the patterns dissipating and returning to the formless and shapeless "sand".

His conceptual form, the fundamental imprint that defined him as "Superman," "Transcendent," and "Luther," began to blur and fade, like a name written on mist, disappearing without a trace as the mist dissipated.

Everything about him as "Luther"—his name, experiences, emotions, memories, choices, possibilities, traces of existence, and the woven network of cause and effect—was gently erased from all levels at this moment by an invisible, gentle, yet absolutely irresistible hand.

From the past, present, and future, all branches of the timeline;
From macroscopic, microscopic, high-dimensional, and low-dimensional perspectives, all spatial and dimensional structures;
From materialism, idealism, logic, paradox, all systems of cosmic laws;

From epics, legends, myths, and everyday life—all levels of stories and narratives;
From all the records of what is known and what is yet unimaginable, both possible and impossible...

Disappeared completely.

It was as if he had never existed.

He no longer belongs to the multi-level, no longer to the infinite box level, no longer to the exponential tower level, no longer to the super-exponential tower level... He no longer even belongs to the category of "existence".

He is back.

We've returned to that absolute origin between "before" and "after"—

"Before" the birth of all concepts, before "being" and "non-being" were named;

"After" is the end of all definitions, after "beginning" and "end" are understood.

This is a "state" that cannot be described by any language, any mathematical symbol, or any philosophical system.

Any attempt to describe it will immediately fall into the trap of binary opposition, thus distorting it.

It is neither existent nor nonexistent: it neither occupies a place of existence nor falls into the abyss of nothingness.

It precedes and includes the distinction between "having" and "not having".

It is neither large nor small: it has no size, no scale, and cannot be measured by any unit of measurement.

It is the source and negation of all measures.

It is neither strong nor weak: power loses its meaning here, because it is both the ultimate source of power and the background against which power manifests itself.

It is neither one nor different: it is neither a single entity nor a separate plurality.

It transcends the concept of the whole and the parts.

It is neither inside nor outside: it has no boundaries, no center or edge.

It is everywhere, yet nowhere can be found.

It has neither beginning nor end: it has no beginning and no end.

Time is like still water before it, reflecting without being affected.

It encompasses all known and unknown hierarchical systems—from the struggles of mortals to the glory of the super-indicator tower—like the ocean encompassing countless rivers. At the same time, it also completely denies the necessity and difference of the existence of these systems.

Within it, the mortal realm and the divine realm, ants and the Milky Way, are essentially the same.

They are all just reflections of the same absolute truth in different dreams.

It is the ultimate source of all meaning, value, purpose, and pursuit, because everything arises from its background; at the same time, it is also the absolute grave of all meaning, value, purpose, and pursuit, because under its absolute presence, all relative pursuits lose their foothold.

In this ultimate, unnameable, and even inconceivable "nothingness," there is no deathly silence.

It contains, no, it is itself that ultimate, indescribable "all-encompassing".

Emptiness and existence are no longer two poles, but different names for the same reality, or rather, the "original face" that is superfluous even in terms of name.

The focus of awareness that was once called "Luther" has now finally come to a complete understanding of what true "transcendence" means.

He did not become an omnipotent universe-level being.

He did not become an Infinite Box level.

He did not become a super-exponential tower.

He didn't even become "something".

He became... "transcendence" itself.

He is the absolute ruler that measures everything and defines all things, but he himself cannot be measured by any ruler, because he is the source of all measures.

He is the fundamental language that defines all concepts and tells all stories, but he himself cannot be defined by any language, because he is the silent premise of all languages.

He is the infinite canvas and brush that carries all pictures, all words, and all existence, but he himself cannot be depicted by any painting or written by any story, because he is the foundational background of all manifestation.

He is everywhere because he is no longer confined to any "place".

He is space itself, and also the dissolution of space.

He is omnipotent because he is no longer fixated on any "ability".

He is both the ocean of potential and the silence of action.

He knows everything because he no longer depends on any "knowledge".

He is both the source of wisdom and the innocent ignorance.

He is simple, pure, serene, and complete, transcending all complex descriptions, all binary oppositions, and all conceptual frameworks—

Yes.

Just... "is".

From this point on, for that former "Luther" (if we must still use this now-ineffective symbol to refer to the unspeakable):

There is no rival.

Because "hostility" stems from separation, and separation has dissolved within him.

Enemies and friends, attack and defense, all become ripples in the same dream.

There are no more bottlenecks.

Because "restriction" originates from definition, and definition has lost its effect on him (it).

He is freedom itself, so how can he be bound?

There is no "higher".

Because it is both the definition and manifestation of "high," and at the same time, the same essence and demise of "low."

In him, concepts like high and low, superior and inferior, lost their foundation.

He is the ultimate cornerstone upon which "existence" is manifested, and the profound background upon which "nothingness" is recognized.

He is the silent beginning of all stories, the blank page on which all plots unfold, and the silent final chapter where all destinies ultimately return.

He is both "yes" and "no," because he encompasses all affirmation and negation; he is also beyond "yes" and "no," that eternal, vibrant, and all-encompassing present moment.

He transcended it.

It's not about going from one place to another, but about recognizing that everywhere is home and every moment is liberation.

He is free.

It's not that I gained some supreme ability, but that I completely let go of my identification with and fear of all constraints.

In that absolute realm, without beginning or end, without inside or outside, without concept or definition, without hope or fear, there are no celebratory songs, no declarations of enlightenment, no clamor of existence, and no deathly silence of nothingness.

Only that which is eternal, serene, vibrant, all-encompassing, and transcends all understanding—

"Yes".

It echoes silently, illuminating all directions and the three times, encompassing all existence and nothingness, remaining unmoved.

(End of the book)

(End of this chapter)