A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 601 The Era of Probability
In an indescribable "ocean," terrifying rifts formed by the distortion of time constantly disappear and reappear, creating endless, irregular, twisting waves that contain a chaos that cannot be described in words.

At this moment, a dazzling crystal is floating within it, shaken, torn, and cleaved by countless distorted forces of time.

"Bang!"

The sound, like a shard of porcelain breaking or the ripples of air currents, emanated from this brilliant crystal.

It slowly unfolds layer upon layer of dreamlike cracks, conforming to the trajectory of every trace of time's power clinging to the surface. It appears chaotic, yet within it forms an unshakable order, containing a set of rules and logic that have already formed a system.

As the rules and logic of this system extend into the "ocean," strands of distorted time power instantly boil over, merging into this dazzling crystal along a mysterious path, becoming a part of it.

A hazy, gray mist formed within a brilliant crystal, nurturing a majestic consciousness that caused it to undulate and "breathe," transforming into a "beacon" and "anchor" for defining its own "meaning of existence."

It felt like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like the next instant, when He successfully located His "belonging" and opened His "eyes".

The crystals began to transform into wisps of light, adorning the consciousness within with a magnificent "outfit," condensing into a bubble flowing with a hazy radiance, allowing this majestic consciousness to truly descend upon this indescribable "ocean."

Xiong Mo opened his "eyes" wide, looking at the indescribable "Sea of ​​Time" beside him, feeling the strange and eerie flow of time and space, and immediately fell silent. Then, he slightly shook his body, separating a tiny bubble clone that attached itself to his side.

The bizarre and unsettling shifts in time and space became even more pronounced, causing Xiong Mo to become increasingly silent.

At the very "position" of the tiny bubble's clone, in that instant, time was accelerated by millions of years, and then, at the same historical juncture, it was rewound by tens of millions of years. The passage and rewind of time occurred simultaneously at a historical juncture defined by Him, and without causing a collapse at the level of causal logic.

Not only that, time and space also underwent terrifying changes. At that very historical juncture defined by Him, the "X-axis" and "W-axis" suddenly overlapped, and then collided with the "Y-axis," forming a spiral like a gene chain. Then, it twisted with the "Z-axis" into a flower resembling a sunflower.

Time and space seem to have almost lost their meaning in this indescribable "ocean." The matter and energy contained within it are similarly impermanent, appearing and disappearing abruptly without any causal logic, and their inherent laws cannot be observed or summarized.

Xiong Mo thought to himself, "Even with such a chaotic spacetime structure, the 'Covering the Sky World' hasn't collapsed into a blank 'nothingness' yet; it can even maintain a certain concept. It's really quite resilient."

"What era have I fallen into with these underlying rules and logic that are even more chaotic than chaos itself?"

Looking at the extremely unstable and chaotic spacetime around him, Xiong Mo felt a little numb.

“In this ‘ocean,’ even if time and space are chaotic, there are no survival problems for the creatures at the end of the road. However, it is very difficult for them to carry out meaningful activities in such an incredibly chaotic environment.”

Xiong Mo observed this 'ocean,' silently sorting through the chaotic rules and logic in his mind. "Judging from the current situation, there should still be a probability that other life forms besides myself exist in this 'ocean.' There should also be some 'bubble worlds' born by chance. But how to find them is a big problem."

"The entire 'ocean' has a chaotic spacetime structure. Only it can be considered a relatively stable spacetime coordinate point. The concept of 'distance' has basically lost its meaning for me now. Moving forward may mean 'going backward,' 'standing still,' or even heading back to an ancient era in an uncertain way."

"Since I cannot 'move' or actively 'search', I need to enhance my 'presence' as much as possible so that any life that may exist in this 'ocean' can observe 'me'."

After pondering for a moment, Xiong Mo began to shake its round "body," separating one bubble after another, which clung tightly to its side, gradually forming a cluster of "bubble balls" that radiated brilliant colors, quietly floating in this surging "ocean."

Strands of absurd and fallacious rules and logic, along with the already chaotic "seawater," gradually surged and slowly spread from the "bubble cluster," probing into the entire "ocean," taking in every inch of the inverted and disordered spacetime into perception and into the field of vision.

Based on the historical milestones defined by the "bubble cluster" itself, time flows forward once again, and millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Just when Xiong Mo thought he needed to calm down and continue his meditation for millions of years, a strange echo came from an extremely distant area, a region whose perception was somewhat blurred even at the end of the road level, and spread throughout this indescribable "ocean".

A cyclical, rhythmic, logical, and regular "tide" appeared in His perception, covering the entire "ocean".

Xiong Mo looked toward the origin of the echo, sensing the boundless power that covered the "Covering the Sky World," and a silent shock instantly appeared in his heart.

He murmured to himself, "This power that covers the entire 'world' has already surpassed the level of the ordinary path. In terms of the scope of influence alone, this power is even stronger than that strange ancestor at the top of the Immortal Emperor's Dao, who is shrouded in blood-red mist."

Having been brutally beaten by the eerie progenitor, Xiong Mo was absolutely certain of his judgment.

His thoughts raced, eliminating one possibility after another. "An existence more powerful than the ten progenitors, possessing such terrifying power with such a wide reach, is most likely to be a sacrificial being with an extremely unique evolutionary system. For example, a sacrificial emperor like Chu Feng, who is proficient in the field and can mobilize the sacrificial sea to submerge the calamity land."

"Secondly, there's the Will of the Plateau. When it awakens and mobilizes the power of the sacrificial path, it becomes a completely unreasonable force. The last possibility is that a certain being fell ill and then sacrificed itself on the plateau, indirectly creating the old man who embodies the Will of the Plateau." "No, we must rule out the last possibility. Even if my power is sufficient, it's impossible to go back to the point in history where I could see that sick old man. This kind of power that sacrifices itself would not be detected by beings below the level of transcendence."

Therefore, in this unknown ancient era, such an earth-shattering commotion could only have occurred because either a powerful cultivator with an extremely unique cultivation system comparable to Chu Feng was born, or the will of the plateau had awakened. But in either case, it was neither something Xiong Mo could observe, nor something he was qualified to know.

Most importantly, the "future" self is not connected to the "present" self. The power of the Immortal Emperor's Dao Fruit and Immortal Emperor's Law, which belong to the "future," cannot be added to the body through the "retrospection" method from the forefront of the river of time.

At this historical juncture, without compromising the essence of the [Gray Mist Space], it is essentially a being who has never cultivated, a being at the end of the path. It is in a similar state to the corpses at the forefront of the river of time. Furthermore, due to the chaotic spacetime environment, it currently has no fundamental basis to develop a cultivation system suitable for the current era, and its strength is far inferior.

Having lost the combat power of a "Great Tyrannosaurus Rex" and now that its combat power has just fallen to the point of barely crossing the highest threshold of the End of the Road, it faces the risk of eternal annihilation if it encounters even a "Rat" level being at the End of the Road.

Therefore, the most important thing right now is not anything else, but to preserve oneself and not let the power that constitutes the Emperor's Shadow be wasted. The power of the Emperor's clone is already insufficient; there is no energy or mind to construct another Emperor's Shadow at the level of a "Great Tyrannosaurus Rex" that can send a wisp of consciousness back to past eras.

Next, His secondary objective was to find the "bubble world" existing in this chaotic "ocean," or to "see" the other living beings. As long as He could observe relatively stable rules and logic, He was confident that He could refer to these rules and logic to rebuild His Immortal Emperor Dao Fruit and gradually increase His combat power.

Xiong Mo's mind calmed down slightly, and a thought arose. Accompanying the already chaotic "seawater" gradually surging with its rules and logic, it immediately stopped spreading towards the source of that force. At the same time, these spreading rules and logic were disrupted, turning into incomplete fragments of knowledge.

By leveraging the chaotic spacetime structure of this indescribable "ocean," and the special epochal rules and logic that are close to non-existent in terms of causal logic, one can sever all other paths to the highest level and, with these incomplete fragments of knowledge, trace back to most of one's own possibilities.

After processing a series of rules and logics that spread out from the "bubble cluster", Xiong Mo felt a little hesitant.

"Is it truly possible for an existence at the end of the road to perceive 'my' existence through these specially processed fragments of knowledge?"

"This knowledge uses the chaotic phenomena of this 'ocean' as its most basic symbolic representation. Even a being at the King Realm would need to spend a considerable amount of time, with great patience and meticulous analysis, just to understand even a small part of it."

Fortunately, this hesitation did not linger in Xiong Mo's mind for long. Just a few hundred years from the historical point defined by the "bubble cluster," a being observed His existence.

A very "fragile" beacon, which He could descend upon, appeared in perception.

Xiong Mo was slightly taken aback. "This is much faster than I imagined. Is it because of that power at the end of the road that influenced this indescribable 'ocean,' bringing a trace of regular 'tides' and slightly restraining this terrifying chaotic spacetime structure?"

In the next instant, He picked up a tiny bubble clone attached to His round "body" and threw it toward the fragile beacon that He could descend upon.

"I hope that the time since my 'little bubble' arrived is not too long, and I also hope that the being that knows of my existence, and that possible 'bubble world', can hold on for this period of time and not suddenly disappear without a trace."

In this chaotic "ocean," maintaining one's own "existence" is a matter of probability.

To put it more vividly, it's like repeatedly rolling a die whose final result cannot be affected by external forces. Whether the final result is "1", "2", "3", or some other number, it's entirely a game of luck and probability.

The life forms existing in this chaotic "ocean" and "bubble world" play this "dice-rolling" game every minute and every second of their existence.

If the initial roll is "1", then every single moment, every second thereafter, the result of the dice roll must be "1". Any other roll will result in the corresponding life and "Foam World" vanishing without a trace in the next instant.

The only way to escape this game of probability, like "rolling dice," is to establish oneself completely in the End of the Road, become an End of the Road being, possess the status of an End of the Road, and from then on, be unafraid of the damage caused by the passage of time and unaffected by the rules and logic of the era.

Otherwise, even a half-step Immortal Emperor who can briefly establish himself in the End of the Road Domain may inexplicably vanish into nothingness in the next second in this chaotic "ocean," leaving not even a trace to prove his existence.

As for whether the ability of the beings at the end of the road can be used to reflect them from the past to the present, and ultimately resurrect them?
Xiong Mo felt that unless he had witnessed it firsthand, even if he knew of their existence, it would be difficult to reflect them in the long river of time and ultimately achieve their resurrection.

After all, the spacetime structure of this era is too chaotic. Even a being like Him, who has reached the end of the road, can only use Himself as a reference point to define a relatively stable historical node.

Xiong Mo sighed helplessly in his heart, "This unknown ancient era, which maintains its concept of 'existence' by 'rolling dice,' is really too unfriendly to a being like me who needs to accurately locate historical nodes, spacetime beacons, and causal directions."

"Perhaps I should call this ancient era the Probability Era."

(End of this chapter)