Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 271 Uncertainty

Li Daosheng stood at the core of chaos, confronting the outline that claimed to be the creator.

He suddenly realized that this battle would not take place in the form of swords and shadows—there was no space, no time, and not even existence in the conventional sense here.

This is a contest concerning the essence of things, an ultimate debate between two forms of existence.

“However…you still cannot shake me,” the light bands in the outline stretched out again, and the voice returned to its original calm, “I am existence itself.”

Li Daosheng looked down at his palm and found that it was becoming transparent.

The outline is trying to disintegrate him, just as it has with those worlds.

But he didn't panic; instead, he smiled slightly. This "sir" did indeed seem flustered.

“You say you are existence itself,” Li Daosheng’s voice echoed in the chaos, “Then, can you imagine non-existence?”

The light band paused slightly.

“Imagine,” Li Daosheng continued, “what if there had never been any world, never had any consciousness, and not even the concept of ‘nothingness’ existed—what would that be like?”

The outline of light began to flicker irregularly, like a malfunctioning machine.

The core space then twisted and deformed, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting.

“It makes no sense.” For the first time, there was hesitation in the outline’s voice. “It doesn’t exist in the unimaginable.”

“Why not?” Li Daosheng took a step forward, his body becoming increasingly transparent, yet radiating an even stronger sense of presence. “If it is truly as you say, that you are existence itself, then you should be able to understand your opposite. Just as light knows darkness, and life knows death.”

"I...don't need to know." The light trembled. "I am..."

“No, it’s not that you don’t need it, it’s that you can’t.” Li Daosheng’s voice suddenly became sharp. “Because you are not the true creator, you are just a mechanism, a program, executing the instructions to reclaim the world. You don’t know where you came from, nor do you know why you are doing these things.”

The core space began to shake violently, and the light bands danced like an enraged swarm of snakes.

The shape of the outline became fragmented, sometimes expanding like the universe, sometimes shrinking into a single point.

“Nonsense!” The outline’s voice became harsh. “You are disrupting stability.”

Li Daosheng, however, felt a strange sense of enlightenment.

He looked down at his almost completely transparent body and suddenly understood the meaning of Wudao's last words—"something He doesn't have."

So it turns out... it wasn't feelings, nor was it the soul.

But...

“What you lack is uncertainty,” Li Daosheng said softly. “You are completely certain, like a mathematical formula, an inevitable conclusion. So you can’t truly create, you’re just running.”

Suddenly, all the beams of light pointed at Li Daosheng, and twelve beams of light pierced his transparent body at the same time.

Surprisingly, the bands of light passed through him without causing any harm.

“Look,” Li Daosheng displayed his ethereal body, “after I understood your existence, you couldn’t even touch me now. Because I am no longer a form of existence that you can understand.”

For the first time, the outline showed obvious signs of panic.

The light strips danced wildly, trying to reorganize, but like an army without a commander, they began to entangle and knot together.

Li Daosheng closed his eyes and began to recall—not specific scenes or events, but those experiences that could not be quantified: the awe of seeing the sunrise for the first time, the pain of losing something important, the hesitation when making difficult choices… these experiences full of contradictions and uncertainties.

As he recalled his memories, strange changes began to occur in the core space.

A blurry image emerges from the chaos—not a concrete picture, but a state between existence and non-existence, a quantum superposition-like uncertainty.

"What is this?" The outline's voice distorted. "Stop... This doesn't make sense!"

“This is something you will never understand.” Li Daosheng opened his eyes. His body had completely disappeared, leaving only pure consciousness echoing in the chaos. “True creation requires uncertainty, free will, and the acceptance of the possibility of failure.”

The light bands began to break off one after another.

With each broken light band, a portion of the core space collapsed. The broken light bands didn't disappear; instead, they transformed into a peculiar state between light and darkness.

The shape of the outline could no longer be maintained; it sometimes diffused into nothingness, and sometimes coalesced into a singularity.

His voice became fragmented: "I...am...Eternal..."

“Nothing lasts forever,” Li Daosheng’s consciousness spread like ripples, “true eternity necessarily includes the possibility of an end.”

The moment the last light band broke, the core space shattered like a mirror.

But unexpectedly, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light—only a profound tranquility, as if the question had finally been answered.

The projections of the twelve worlds began to light up again, but this time they were no longer in a state of having their essence extracted; instead, they were radiating new vitality.

Li Daosheng saw that in every world, the names recorded in the Book of Fate were shimmering with a warm light...

In the realm of mountains and seas, a figure suddenly appeared.

The figure traversed through layers of space and suddenly appeared in front of Li Daosheng.

"You won," he said softly, his tone a mixture of emotion and resentment.

This person is utterly wicked.

Although Li Daosheng was the "future" he personally left behind, when Li Daosheng actually solved the answer that even he himself had never found, a feeling called "jealousy" still arose spontaneously.

"what is it?"

Wu Dao couldn't help but ask.

“It is a god, and it is not a god…” Li Daosheng’s voice was unusually calm at this moment, as if he had a premonition of something. “The real god has long died. It is just a rigid program left behind by that god in order to resurrect himself. It is a program without self-awareness. It cannot understand uncertainty, so it will collapse when faced with the real existence.”

Wu Dao suddenly realized.

original……

Is it "uncertainty" that I still can't understand?

Wu Dao reminisced about the past and suddenly realized...

I seem to be like this "god," unable to understand what "uncertainty" is.

Perhaps, this is the stone's destiny.

Rigid, inflexible, stubborn, and inflexible.

“I understand…” Wudao’s figure began to blur.

Just then, the images of the twelve worlds suddenly began to fluctuate violently!
A sense of unease flashed through Li Daosheng's heart.

He quickly looked toward the point where the Outer God's will had collapsed.

Could it be... that it has truly vanished completely?
Wu Dao seemed to have understood something as well.

"The twelve worlds were born from Him, and after His death, the thought of His resurrection sustained the operation of the worlds."