"The law of the jungle prevails. In their eyes, our Night Nuwa clan is unforgivable, sacrificing the lifeline of the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins for personal gain. Hahaha... Do you really think the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins is that magnificent? They are rely a group of sinful souls, eternally dood in the Eighteen Layers of Hell!" The Night Leader disdainfully gazed at the smoke-filled Infinite City.
"Do you also believe Cang Chu is a Cosmic Prison?" Wu Hen questioned.
"Isn't it? Tell , what should a real high-dinsional life be like?" The Night Leader stood at the border of the Mountain and Sea, like an Ancient Guardian God guarding the universe's high wall, allowing no creature to cross it.
Wu Hen couldn't answer. He had seen so high-dinsional beings but always felt sothing was amiss. Perhaps all the high-dinsional beings they witnessed were just putting on a show. The crucial condition of the true high dinsion was that it did not exist within this dinsional universe.
"Eternity!!" The Night Leader casually ntioned this high-dinsional condition, and before Wu Hen could inquire further, he started to sneer. "Eternity ans the number of high-dinsional beings never decreases. If this world had a Heavenly Ladder rising from the lower dinsion to the higher dinsion, in an infinitely long ti, the number of high-dinsional beings would fill the entire universe. We primates on the ground would look up and see the sky crowded with stars rather than mostly darkness."
Wu Hen was sowhat baffled by this, as the Night Leader seed to also believe in interpreting the Otherworldly Dust's cosmic laws through a scientific lens.
The foremost condition for high-dinsional life is eternity.
This should be quite accurate.
Eternal life and eternity are two concepts.
Eternal life ans life as long as heaven, yet if one's own body is fragile, they might still be killed.
Eternity differs, lacking the concept of lifespan. Even when faced with the mightiest lifeform, they would not perish but rather continue to exist in so mysterious energetic form. It is true eternity.
"I understand your point: since what we gaze upon in the starry sky is not endless eternal life, it implies either this universe does not contain a high dinsion, or there is no channel for ascension to high dinsions. High dinsions remain forever high, and low dinsions forever low. No matter how much energy we absorb in this dinsion, we can never evolve into an eternal life form," Wu Hen stated.
"Neither us nor the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins, no God wishes to accept this truth. Without a high dinsion, the Human Holy Realm we seek does not exist. Without a pathway to evolve into a higher dinsion, all our endeavors, explorations, and transformations are entirely aningless..." The Night Leader paced along the boundary, maintaining a high degree of vigilance throughout revealing this truth to Wu Hen, preventing anyone from entering the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea.
He glanced at the Red Robed Saint still trapped within the Sword Moon Cage, feeling a surge of disgust before continuing, "Only nonexistent things can be called faith, and if we hold on to faith, we should believe there is another possibility."
"Cosmic Prison?" Mingyi slowly uttered these words.
"If high dinsions exist and a channel for ascension exists, it implies the existence of a cosmic exile prison. This prison holds those who have beco eternal beings but refuse to abide by high-dinsional laws. From a human perspective, the death penalty is the ultimate punishnt, but for high-dinsional beings, it's like a virtual character dying once in a ga. Executing them would be aningless—then tell , how can these sinful high-dinsional lives be truly punished?" the Night Leader asked.
Wu Hen was silent.
He had gazed countless tis at the starry sky, never seeing the so-called iron bars, only the splendid Star River, infinitely inspiring a longing for a better world beyond the cosmic horizon...
But are there really no iron bars?
Ancients, through sheer deter, walked to the land's end and saw the ocean.
With wisdom, they created ships, discovered the ocean's end as land, and realized the world was round.
Humans of today transcend the skies, breaking Earth's constraints to reach the nearest moon, yet mankind's peak speed is light. It would take countless eons at the speed of light to cross a single universe. A human's brief century lifespan cannot even span a galaxy like a small sandpile of the cosmos.
Finally, Li Feng proved that the universe is a map; exploration should turn towards the virtual abyss. The world is layered upon layers as they navigate the Otherworldly Dust. After countless hardships, they realize all they did was dig from one cell to a prison, with massive walls blocking all yearning.
"The only way to punish eternal beings is to strip away their eternity, sending them into a dinsion with a limited lifespan, forcing reflection on life's value amidst harsh survival conditions." Wu Hen finally voiced this rather close-to-truth answer.
"It seems you've successfully transford; you've grasped the essence of life. All of us, all of us, were once high-dinsional beings, enjoying eternity, free to traverse all universes, anding our past at a whim as omnipotent gods of the universe... But we failed to cherish it! We, wretched beings, were banished here to savor the joys and sufferings of limited lifespans. So even revere reincarnation, yet reincarnation is our ultimate punishnt. Every ti our finite lifespan ends, we enter another finite one. Who knows how many such cycles we've endured; the Eighteen Layers of Hell are no worse!" The Night Leader remarked.
Everyone was once eternal high-dinsional beings; their current finite existence results from being sinners, imprisoned in this carefully crafted jail.
They perpetually reincarnate within the prison, from insignificant to great, noble to base, joyous to suffering, playing various roles of finite lifespan, never knowing who they once were, nor recognizing themselves as eternal beings.
"So you're saying we must serve our sentences to return to the High-dinsional Eternal Realm; any thought of breaking the prison's high walls is futile... Oh, we wouldn't die; our sentence would just be extended?" Wu Hen asked.
"Indeed, we were cast back, confined in a cage nad 'Nuwa God End.' The punishnt by high-dinsional gods wasn't in anger; they stripped our cognition, eternity, freedom, even turning us into algae in a sea. After eons of evolution, they grudgingly restored a sliver of wisdom, making us so-called humans." The Night Leader said.
"So you're playing the part of a prison wall guard, currying favor with elusive high-dinsional gods for a reduced sentence?" At this mont, the Red Robed Saint had already stord over, equally disdainful of the Night Leader's claims.
No one has seen the high dinsions; everyone is imagining based on their cognition!
"Haha, in this era reaching the peak, have you ever thought through how many eras you've played the most pitiable role, living within your narrow understanding!" The Night Leader, spotting the Red Robed Saint, naturally grew angrier.
"Both argue valid points; why not settle this with a fight and see the outco? As you said, 'the victor becos king, the defeated a bandit.' Whoever wins is right," Wu Hen instigated.
Start fighting, so I can go about my business.
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