MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 96 The Coffin in the Void and the Choice
In the information left behind by the time-space warship, the time-space hole that Fang Zheng roared out was simply referred to as a "cave," and the related text and image descriptions do indeed evoke the image of an ordinary cave.

According to the observation records of Taiyin Shenhuang and others, it was indeed a void hole full of mystery, with black and seven-colored light flashing inside, and the divine light of order rolling endlessly.

The celestial order is constantly being shattered by immense energy, yet it is also constantly being reassembled in an attempt to heal, as if it were a battlefield for the cracks and healing of the cosmic order.

However, when Fang Zheng actually got closer to the place, the scene before him surprised him a little.

What he saw was not a void or a hole, but a huge coffin.

It was an existence more ethereal than nothingness itself, a huge square box that seemed to emerge from nothingness, like a massive coffin with its lid open, lying across the void.

Looking into the coffin, there was nothing but endless darkness, as if it were an endless void and the unknown.

"A coffin?"

Fang Zheng first reached out and gently tapped it, tentatively trying to see if he could break it.

He stopped just in time when he saw the pixel cracks spread instantly and the coffin was about to be shattered.

In Minecraft's rules, in Creative Mode, all objects can be directly destroyed, except for living beings, which require their health to be consumed to be killed.

However, the fact that this coffin-like structure could be smashed by Fang Zheng suggests that there was no living creature inside.

Fang Zheng's sigh echoed in the void: "It's actually a coffin. Is this really a passage to a more distant branch of time?"

He shook his head, utterly bewildered: "Never mind, this is utterly inexplicable..."

Whatever it is, I won't have any problems with it anyway, so I'll just try to complete the mission given by the time-space battleship.

So, Fang Zheng strode into the enormous coffin.

In that instant, he seemed to stand at a strange intersection of time and space, able to see the past and the future simultaneously, seedlings and towering trees, ants and dragons...

Everything seems to be encompassed within it: the endless universe, the endless races, the endless civilizations, the endless years, all cycling and repeating in one "point" after another, returning to one point, endlessly changing.

In this endless superposition, most of the "points" are shrouded in darkness, as if representing the invasion of dark matter.

In this strange place, if ordinary beings came here, they would only see things and objects that are causally connected to themselves.

But for Founder, there is no process of thinking or observation. No matter how many perspectives are needed, or how many long years are required for observation and summarization, for Founder, the answer can be given in the next frame.

In that instant, Fang Zheng saw everything—the endless universe, civilization, and time; the endless superposition of states, the endlessness of everything—which together outlined the silhouette of a human figure, like a human "corpse."

In that endless superposition state, everything shrouded in darkness seemed to be merely the rotting traces on this "corpse".

"Is there a corpse inside the coffin?" This question flashed through Fang Zheng's mind.

However, before he could even try to knock the strange "corpse" away, in the next frame, he fell into it.

In that vast ocean shrouded in endless darkness, a "hole" in the void suddenly spat out a cube-shaped humanoid figure, and Fang Zheng thus arrived in a more distant tributary.

Looking around, the endless, broken world formed waves that rolled and were gradually eroded and assimilated by the dark matter, turning into a dark ocean.

The cube-shaped humanoid figure stood in the void, triggering a massive invasion of dark matter.

"How do I find the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of this Flow of Time and Space?"

If you know the exact coordinates, you can use the coordinate teleportation command, but if you're lost in this vast darkness, there's no way to teleport.

"Forget it, since they've already entrusted me with this, they should be able to find it themselves."

After a moment's consideration, Fang Zheng clicked on the dark ocean, and the space-time warship fish bucket was placed down.

In an instant, accompanied by the evaporation and smoke effects of the water blocks, the spaceship transformed into the shape of a fish, rolling in the darkness, and in a flash, it returned from the shape of a small fish to a vast and boundless form.

Like a singularity exploding in the river of time and space, the spacetime warship constructed from endless runes in this vast and boundless river of time and space seems to have transformed into a Kunpeng, soaring through the river of time and continuing its endless growth.

There was no need for Fang Zheng to go and search for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of this river of time and space. In the next frame of Fang Zheng's reaction, almost everything in this tributary of time and space had already been swallowed up by the time-space warship.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, hidden in the endless distance, were completely moved to Fang Zheng's front.

As the scene shifted, Fang Zheng arrived at a familiar place.

A stone table stands in the center of a small world, filled with chaotic energy, rare and exotic beasts, and a huge blood pool shrouded in runes.

This is the Jiang family's secret realm that Fang Zheng first arrived at.

Two days ago, Fang Zheng was here when he accidentally created five dragons using a monster spawner. Feeling guilty, he questioned the dragons about it.

The scene remains the same: Jiang Tingting and Jiang Wen of the Jiang family, who are undergoing transformation, Jiang Yifei and others who are comprehending their transformation process, the Sun Saint Emperor and the Moon Saint Emperor who are sitting together drinking the Enlightenment Ancient Tea, and the five dragons lying on the table.

Everything seemed unchanged, as if it remained the same as when Fang Zheng had just arrived in this world.

The only difference was that the Taiyin Holy Emperor's essence blood, which was originally stored in the bedrock pool, had disappeared from the bedrock and was now covered by runes, like a blood-red jade standing in the void.

First, the Sun Emperor greeted him with a smile: "It's been two days, Fellow Daoist Fangzheng, how have you been?"

As the Taiyin Holy Emperor sensed the immense memories within his primordial spirit, a complex expression appeared on his face: "Time truly flies. In just two short days, everything has changed..."

The instant the time-space battleship was placed.

As the spacetime warship expands, all living beings in the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and in all the tributaries of spacetime, from the distant past and future, all those born in this long river of spacetime, and all the nearby rivers of spacetime that can be touched, and all the wisdom that exists within them.

They have all been captured by its spacetime warship and received all the gifts from them in another distant spacetime, which are similar yet different.

Fang Zheng stared at the familiar figure, somewhat dazed: "Are you the Taiyin Divine Emperor, or the Taiyin Holy Emperor?"

A self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of his lips as the Taiyin Holy Emperor surveyed all the gifts bestowed upon him by his other self, and shook his head: "I am just me."

"As for the Taiyin Holy Emperor or the Taiyin Divine Emperor, I am both. There is not much difference between the two; it is simply a matter of one's mind."

"In just two days, everything has changed. You are no longer the person you used to be, and we are no longer the people we used to be."

"Is that so..." Fang Zheng's voice echoed in the void, carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Two days ago, they met again with the first friend they had made in this world. It should have been a joyous occasion, but neither Fang Zheng nor the Taiyin Holy Emperor felt any happiness. Yes, they were entrusting the legacy left behind after the self-destruction of all living beings in one spacetime to this spacetime, which was similar yet different.

Such a reunion can only be considered, more than anything, a way of announcing a death.

Fang Zheng's subjective time remained unchanged, but the space-time warship itself did not need to adhere to a fixed time.

In just a short moment, all the living beings in this spacetime tributary and all the nearby spacetime tributaries were repeatedly prolonging time within the cycle of spacetime, repeatedly passing through long and incalculable years.

They absorbed the entire legacy left by their other self, and on top of that, innovated and made new progress.

There was a moment of silence. The Holy Emperor of Taiyin looked up at the sky of this small world, his gaze quickly changing from clear to weary, as if he had experienced the same thing as the Holy Emperor of Taiyin in the previous timeline in that instant.

With a deep weariness, he began, "Although we in another timeline call this place a more hopeful and better tributary, we are still not good enough."

"Fang Zheng, thank you for everything you have done for us, enabling us to achieve what we have today and create such a great undertaking despite the constraints of this spacetime tributary."

"However, although it has troubled you to make this trip, I still beg you to continue. We have had enough! We also want to enter into eternal peace and slumber."

"Why!" Fang Zheng's voice was filled with sorrow.

Because they hadn't experienced it, they couldn't understand. Fang Zheng couldn't truly comprehend what the countless beings in these tributaries of time and space, such as the Taiyin God Emperor and the Taiyin Saint Emperor, had seen, experienced, and pondered.

Even though he saw an endless superposition of things while looking at the corpse, in essence, "Fangzheng" has already understood it all.

But Fangzheng remains Fangzheng; he will not spontaneously provide an answer until a corresponding question is posed.

Therefore, seeing the performance of the Taiyin Holy Emperor and others, he could only express a sense of sorrow, the kind of sorrow that comes from seeing someone want to die but being unable to stop them.

The Holy Emperor of Taiyin slowly spoke: "Fang Zheng, we are indeed better than the spacetime tributaries you saw before, but it is still not good enough."

With a wave of his hand, the vast river of time and space appeared, and one could see that the dark matter that shrouded the distant past and future was still there.

"Fang Zheng, in our current timeline, the dark matter that shrouds the past is closer to the distant past than in another timeline, and the future is also closer to the distant future."

"But it is still shrouded in darkness, and the river of time has only grown a little longer."

“The self-destructive impulse that originates from the deepest level of our lives, the deepest level of our souls, and the deepest level of time and space continues. We can still feel that penetrating, unchangeable despair and resentment, and we still cannot escape the impulse to self-destruct.”

"But!" Fang Zheng shouted, "Although you say this is some kind of self-destructive impulse, something that originates from the very foundation of time and space, is there really no way to change it?"

The Holy Emperor Taiyin shook his head. "Unfortunately, this is indeed something that cannot be changed."

He pointed to the five dragons lying silently on the table.

Even these five dragons, supported by the power of the space-time warship, had long since reached their limit after countless years of continuous cultivation and had become utterly tired of living.

"Remember, you created them with your own spawn eggs and spawners. However, although they were created by you, they still originate from our spacetime itself and cannot escape the inevitable impulse of self-destruction."

"Just like your button, your bedrock, and all your blocks, they won't split along with the spacetime split. Only the items you collect in our world, such as blood blocks, elixirs, and divine metals, will split along with our spacetime split."

Suddenly, the Holy Emperor Taiyin smiled and said, "By the way, let's play a little game. I remember you said you like playing games, but you've been busy these past few days in this world and haven't had a break yet. So let's play a game for a bit."

As he spoke, the Holy Emperor Taiyin snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, all the games appeared in front of him.

That's everything, the entirety.

It encompasses the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the entire Boundary Sea, and the past, present, and future of the entire tributary of time and space, including all civilizations and all highly acclaimed games that can be viewed visually.

That's trillions upon trillions of games, an incalculable number.

Every game is a story, telling a tale that may be sad, admirable, or heartwarming.

The Holy Emperor of Taiyin selected all these games from the World Sea Warships and processed them again, summarizing them all into the same grand worldview, making them games with countless different perspectives, but all belonging to the same huge worldview.

Because Fangzheng does not need to think, within its visual range, no matter how complex or terrifying the scene is, as long as it can be discerned over time, it is as if it does not need to be discerned.

Therefore, Fangzheng can simultaneously see all these overlapping game screens and output corresponding responses to all of them.

Every game can be controlled by voice, allowing you to use your voice to control all the actions and commands of the game's main character.

All control commands are designed to be completely unique, thus eliminating any interference.

Therefore, Fangzheng only needs to shout out the corresponding commands for all the games at the same time to play all the games simultaneously.

Playing and overlapping at a terrifying speed, the game screen is so difficult for a normal person to play, yet Fang Zheng simultaneously controls all the game characters and performs all the actions.

In just a few seconds, Fang Zheng continuously used voice commands to control the protagonist to perform various actions throughout the game.

The storylines that were not chosen were cut, while the chosen storylines continued to extend into more subplots.

Like an incredibly complex and vast network, with choices and sacrifices made time and again, these countless games, each told from the perspective of a protagonist, are incredibly intricate, containing almost every choice and every possible direction of the plot. In the end, only one grand main storyline remains.

A dozen seconds later, the game was over, and Fang Zheng finally understood.

Spacetime itself can be merged, or rather, spacetime itself cannot be called split. It has always been the same grand existence. What makes the river of spacetime split is only the choice of life itself.

Fang Zheng had confused the cause-and-effect relationship he originally believed in.

It wasn't that they developed the urge to self-destruct after being shrouded in darkness within this branch of time and space.

Rather, it is only those who have the impulse to self-destruct, those who have chosen self-destruction, those who have chosen to destroy everything, whose potential will converge in the same spacetime.

Only then will dark matter appear to destroy everything. Only then will dark matter appear, and in that destruction, it will repeatedly cycle, repeatedly repeat, repeatedly force out all the inconceivable possibilities within the impossible, forcing them to find another possibility beyond destruction...

Looking up at the sky, Fang Zheng suddenly laughed. "You're starting again, aren't you?"

"Hmm." The Holy Emperor of Taiyin nodded.

"I'm sorry that since you came into this world, you've only witnessed these bad possibilities and our bad choices. Perhaps, when all the possibilities converge, all the tributaries of time and space will eventually merge into one hope, one beautiful thing. But that won't be us."

(End of this chapter)