SWDnovel Chapter 79 Blank Finale
Chapter 79 Blank Finale
The brilliance of the Deduction Array slowly receded, like the tide going out.
Those illusions composed of energy and information, reflecting the past—the corridors inside the scepter, the deathly silence of the Titan's tomb, the small iron tomb appearing in the Demyoga central core, the command of that summer, the desperate attempt of Xilian to dissipate—all turned into countless drifting points of light, dissolving into the chaotic background of the narrow passage of fate.
The thirteen Golden Descendants maintained a solemn posture, the lingering energy of the formation flowing around them and gradually subsiding.
At the center of the formation, Blank slowly opened its eyes.
In the depths of her pupils, it seemed as if countless nebulae were born and died, and silhouettes of the rise and fall of civilizations flashed by, ultimately settling into an unprecedented, profound tranquility. It was not emptiness, but a clarity that had settled after containing endless information and possibilities.
The deduction was over. No, it wasn't just about "seeing" the sealed past. This rewind, orchestrated by the thirteen Golden Descendants using the deduction array as a foundation and herself as the coordinate, was more like a precise process of inserting a "key" into a "lock." The fragments of the past were not merely information, but also the triggering mechanism.
When she personally "experienced" the buried truth, when she understood Qingyuan's sacrifice, Xilian's essence, the source of the Iron Tomb, and Teacher Xia's ultimate entrustment and desperate plan, a certain "limitation" that had been dormant at the deepest level of her existence was quietly unlocked.
power.
It did not flow in from the outside, but from within, from the depths of her essence, which she called "blank," like a thawing glacier, like an ancient star awakening, surging forth powerfully and silently.
It is not an energy with specific attributes or colors, but a more fundamental force closer to the "primordial" state—it is the "undefined possibility" itself, the "foundation that contains everything," and the "absolutely neutral realm between all existence and non-existence."
She slightly raised her hand, making no movement. The sense of reality that she had previously needed to consciously maintain to remain stable suddenly became...unrestrained. It was as if she herself had become a miniature "rule-making zone," capable of briefly and locally defining what "exists" and what "does not exist."
But this is not all.
As the power of this fully formed "blank" awakens, a strong sense of "traction" arises. It does not come from the outside world, but from the depths of the essence of her power, from the collective resonance of billions of sparks of civilization that she has contained within her own "blank" foundation.
They point to one place.
A "gap" where all concepts of "existence" become blurred, all "records" lose their meaning, and all "possibilities" are in a state of absolute stillness.
Blank didn't hesitate. She didn't even need to explain to the Golden Bloods. Her body, along with her newly awakened full power, began to become transparent and ethereal, like ink merging into water, or as if being redrawn from a higher-dimensional perspective.
The Golden Blood watched in silence. This was part of the plan, or rather, a sign that the plan had finally reached its core stage. They maintained the final stability of the great formation, watching the figure carrying the ultimate "possibility" fade from the dimension of reality, heading towards a realm that even they could hardly observe clearly.
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There is neither light nor darkness here.
There is no up, down, left, or right; there is no passage of time.
There isn't even an opposition between "having" and "not having".
This is the "blank space"—not a physical location, but an absolute "gap" between all concepts of destiny, all states of existence, and all possible branches, undefined by anything. It is a blind spot of logic, a vacuum of observation, an absolute foundation where even the concept of "nothingness" cannot stand.
A blank consciousness (where even the concept of "body" seems superfluous) "emerges".
She "looked" at herself.
Within her pure, "blank" essence, the countless sparks of civilization, like starlight sealed in amber, lay silent. But now, in this absolute "blank void," the very existence of these sparks seemed to become the only "coordinates" that could be referenced. And following these coordinates, countless tiny, originally scattered and hidden "information threads" began to emerge and connect from every corner of her being.
memory.
It wasn't something instilled or narrated, but rather all her own existing, sealed, and fragmented memories...
The return of the first wisp of memory is both warm and sorrowful.
She "saw" herself, younger, with more chaotic power, yet with clear eyes. Standing before her was Qing Yuan. Not the fading phantom in the narrow passage of fate, but a vibrant, lively Qing Yuan, both stern and tenderly caring. They were in a field filled with unknown luminous plants, where Qing Yuan was teaching her how to initially control the unstable, often rampaging "blank" power.
"Your power is special, it's emptiness." Qingyuan's voice seemed to echo in my ears. "It doesn't follow any existing rules of destiny. This is both danger and hope. Remember, don't rush to define it, don't let it be assimilated by any existing path. To remain 'empty' is to remain infinitely possible."
She nodded blankly at that moment, but her heart was filled with dependence and respect.
The scene shifted. She saw Xi Lian. Xi Lian sat beneath a massive, ancient tree of knowledge, radiating a soft glow, a scroll of light and shadow open on her lap. Xi Lian patiently explained to her the subtleties of the fate of "memory," how information carries emotions, and how emotions, in turn, shape existence. Xi Lian's eyes always carried a deep melancholy, as if he knew too much of the heavy past, yet when he looked at her, they revealed a pure expectation and a desire to protect.
"Memory is an anchor, a blank space," Xi Lian once told her. "It fixes the scattered existence. And your 'blank space' might become the ocean that carries all the 'anchors'..."
And then there was Teacher Xia. His image was mostly ethereal, like a silhouette formed from dust particles, but his teachings were incredibly clear. He guided her to observe the trajectories of stars, analyze the patterns of rise and fall of civilizations, and deduce the possible branches behind different choices. He never explicitly told her what to do, but simply kept asking questions, letting her think for herself about the "optimal solution."
"The universe is a complex problem, a blank slate." Xia's voice was calm and distant at that moment. "There is no single answer. Your role may not be to solve a particular problem, but rather... to become the 'paper' itself that contains all possible solutions."
These memories—of guidance, companionship, and growth—are warm and fulfilling. They complete the final piece of her self-identity puzzle—she wasn't born from nothing; she had mentors, companions, and years of learning and growth within the scepter. Qingyuan, Xilian, and Nakeya were not only guides, but also, in a sense, her "family."
But this is only the beginning.
As these personal memories solidified, a deeper, larger, and more overwhelming torrent of memories broke through the final seal.
She "saw"... the whole picture of time.
It's not a single line, but an endless, branching, intertwined, cyclical web of possibilities.
Amidst countless timelines and countless possibilities, the universe is born, evolves, and flourishes in different ways, and then… heads towards its end. The forms of this end vary: some experience heat death, returning to eternal cold and stillness; some experience the Great Rip, tearing apart even the very structure of spacetime; some are devoured by a rising, greedy ultimate being; some witness civilizations collapsing in endless involution, their spirits utterly annihilated…
And at the end of every timeline and every universe, there is a figure silently watching everything.
He is vast, hazy, shrouded in an indescribable radiance that seems to encompass all colors yet transcend all colors. His very existence is the embodiment of the concept of "eternity."
The Eternal Star God – Great Bluebird.
The perspective of memory becomes grand and transcendent. Blank "understands" that the Great Bluebird's "eternity" is not the ordinary sense of infinite time. The essence of its destiny is "a unified existence that transcends all possibilities and timelines." No matter which branch or point in time, the Great Bluebird is unique; its will and perception permeate all "possibilities" from beginning to end. It has witnessed the universe being born in trillions of ways, and it has also witnessed them dying in trillions of ways.
At first, this testimony may have been imbued with divine compassion, or it may have been imbued with the indifference of the Creator.
But as the loop repeated itself an uncountable number of times...
Bored.
A profound weariness of the "end of endless repetition," transcending the comprehension limits of any living being, like an indelible rust, silently permeated the core of the "eternal" destiny.
"Eternity" should mean immortality and infinity. But when the content of this "infinity" is endlessly watching the same final chapter of "destruction" play out on different stages, "eternity" itself becomes a form of torture.
And so, change occurred.
In order to break this suffocating, doomed eternal cycle, the Great Bluebird... took action.
Fragments of memory show that the initial changes were subtle and tentative.
In certain timelines nearing the end, the Great Bluebird's radiance is no longer merely "witnessing." His eternal power begins to "tilt," no longer evenly covering all possibilities, but like invisible tentacles, gently touching and then... beginning to "absorb" certain specific "presence" or "concepts" related to "end" in those universes nearing the end.
This is not destruction, but a more subtle, more essential... "harvesting." Harvesting those "existential echoes" that are destined to perish and are violently released in the end times.
The first explicit and large-scale "devouring" behavior pointed to "reproduction".
In the memory, a colossal conceptual entity of destiny—the Procreation Star God Taizyuros—comprising an infinitely multiplying swarm of insects, frantically replicating its own flesh and blood stars, and an insatiable reproductive desire, resembling a living cosmic cancer, was completely covered and enveloped by the eternal radiance of the Great Bluebird during a final, all-encompassing eruption that attempted to transform the entire galaxy into its own egg sac. Then… like a drop of water merging into the ocean, it vanished into that hazy radiance.
The destiny of "reproduction" has been swallowed up by "eternity." Not destroyed, but its underlying rule of "infinite replication" has been absorbed and become a no longer independent component within "eternity." In the universe, the concept of "reproduction" still exists, but it can no longer give birth to independent star gods; the source of its power has been taken over by "eternity."
This seems to... alleviate something? Or rather, inject a little... "change" into "eternity," that "existence" tormented by the endless cycle of end? A little "content" that is different from simply "existing and witnessing the end"?
Then comes "gluttony".
In my memory, the gluttonous star god, eternally hungry, devouring stars, consuming energy, and even attempting to devour concepts themselves—a veritable amalgamation of black holes—met the same fate when it reached the peak of its unprecedented, monstrous act of devouring the boundary between "existence" and "nothingness." The eternal radiance of the Great Bluebird descended, not to stop it, but to… "accept" it. It integrated the gluttonous star god's desire and rules for "devouring everything," along with its immense existence itself, into the system of "eternity."
The fate of "gluttony" was also swallowed up.
Each absorption caused a barely perceptible "fluctuation" in the Great Bluebird's hazy radiance. It wasn't an increase in power (for the Star God, the concept of "power" at this level was different), but rather a new... "tone," or rather, "experience," added to the unchanging "eternity" background.
He seems to be trying an extreme method: since he cannot stop all things from going to their end, and since he is tired of watching this infinite cycle of end, then he will "absorb" all the "modes of existence" and "rules of destiny" that are destined to go to their end and that may lead to their end into "eternity" before they fully bloom or lead to destruction.
Let the "end" itself become a "play" that is constantly performed, digested, and rearranged within "eternity." In this way, we can break the predicament that "eternity" is merely a monotonous "witness to the external end."
Internalize all "changes," even devastating ones, into "eternity." Let "eternity" itself become a "collection" that includes all possibilities, all processes, and all outcomes (including countless endings)...
This might be a desperate escape, a crazy experiment, or perhaps the only way that a supreme being trapped by "eternity" itself could think of to break the deadlock.
The "Iron Tomb"... Under this understanding, the appearance of the Iron Tomb has a completely new interpretation.
It is neither a natural disaster nor a failed creation of some ancient civilization. It is... a "byproduct" or "experimental tool" produced when the "eternal" destiny attempts to internalize, simulate, or even "rehearse" a certain "end form".