Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Freya had just begun to have a slight doubt about the road ahead when that thought was instantly swallowed up by the opposite force—if it weren't for the authority of "memory" recording everything she thought in real time, she would probably have stood there like a puppet, all her ideas stripped away by an unknown demon the moment before they were born!

She immediately used Sylvia's "domination" and Mu Zimi's "harmony" to save and load the memories of the four people.

Sylvia and Mu Zimi then realized that one had used Domination to modify the nearby rules, while the other had used Harmony Link to connect everyone's states, while simultaneously using Chaos to blur the unknown and interfere.

This went on for quite a while before everyone returned to normal.

"The unknown divine realm... Is it already this dangerous just by stepping into it?" Freya was somewhat frightened. "I wonder where the unknown demon is hiding."

Sylvia and Mu Zimi shook their heads, then looked at Mu Yuan.

Logically, once caught in the World Style, a demon should no longer be able to maintain its conceptual form... However, although the surrounding mist was strange, it did not contain any demonic aura.

Mu Yuan is an interpreter of the world-style, so perhaps she has a better understanding of the state of demons after being subjected to the world-style.

“That must have been one of the unknown powers, the ‘Antomeme,’” Mu Yuan guessed.

Freya asked softly, "Is He hiding deep within the mist ahead, deliberately avoiding our detection?"

"impossible."

Sylvia stood with her hands behind her back, the golden chains around her trembling continuously, resisting the layers of mist: "My web of destiny covers the entire divine kingdom. At least for now, within this mist, apart from the four of us, there is no fifth will or existence."

Mu Zimi nodded gently and echoed softly; she too could sense the living beings present here.

“Or perhaps… this fog itself is Neog Sohip?” Freya guessed.

However, Mu Yuan shook her head: "Don't try to define 'unknown' in such a simple way. If the unknown could be so easily understood, then it wouldn't be 'unknown'."

"Hearing your words is like hearing a lecture."

"Anyway, let's keep moving forward... I have some ideas that need to be tested."

The four continued forward, with Mu Yuan explaining her thought process as they walked: "The unknown cannot be defined, so even if it is conceptualized by the world, its true form cannot be found... However, if it can be analyzed and the 'unknown' is transformed into the 'known,' it will collapse into an observable, deducible, and definable existence."

"How to do it?"

“If you’ve hit the World Format, there’s no way you won’t have a flaw. I guess… it might be the answer to a certain question?” Mu Yuan shook her head. “But we don’t know where that question is yet.”

The four continued to follow the flow of mist, slowly making their way deeper into the fog.

The deeper one ventures into the divine realm, the more intense the oppressive feeling of emptiness and void becomes. Along the way, fragmented geometric phantoms flash by, disappearing into the mist before one can get a good look at them... After an unknown amount of time, an endless cluster of gray-white tombstones emerges from the chaotic mist.

All the tombstones are made of white stone, varying in height, with most of them buried in the flowing mist. Each tombstone is neatly engraved with the name, date of birth and death, and evaluation, with the characters varying in depth.

Mu Yuan strode forward, gently brushed away the wisps of mist from the monument's surface, and softly read the inscription:

“Aristotle (384-322 BC), the Immovable Motivator, authored Metaphysics, pioneered ontology, established the theory of four causes, and attempted to anchor the origin of all things.”

She paused for a moment, then walked to another tombstone and continued reading:

"Isaac Newton (1643-1727) established the classical mechanics system, accepted the first cause hypothesis, but regarded God as the first mover..."

René Descartes (1596–1650) broke through the shackles of experience with rational speculation, establishing the absolute foundation of consciousness with "I think, therefore I am"... proving the reality of consciousness, but personally severing the symbiotic logic of matter and spirit...

"David Hume, Georg Hegel, Albert Einstein, Max Planck, Niels Bohr..."

The tombstones stretched out endlessly behind, spread out in the gray-white sea of ​​mist.

From the ancient Greek philosophers to the modern scientific giants who devoted themselves to physics, mathematics, and philosophy, generations of seekers of knowledge who devoted their lives to pursuing the ultimate origins of the world have all finally found their final resting place here.

A heavy sense of despair washed over Mu Yuan along with the cold mist, and she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine—the insignificance of individual wisdom in the face of the world's destiny, even the most brilliant minds in the world, who devoted their entire lives to research and exploration, were ultimately trapped in this unknown graveyard.

So... what about me?

Freya lightly touched the cold stone with her fingertips and sighed softly: "This is the graveyard of all seekers of knowledge in the world... Through the ages, everyone has fallen before the 'unknown'."

“Sister…” Mu Zimi looked over with concern.

Mu Yuan shook her head, rallied herself, and pointed to the most central area of ​​the cemetery: "Let's go take a look over there."

Everyone nodded.

In the center of the sea of ​​fog stands a massive, pitch-black monument, far exceeding the size of any other tombstone.

The stele is devoid of elaborate decorations, featuring only three powerful and ancient characters that pierce through layers of mist:

"The First Cause".

Beneath the large characters, hundreds of lines of tiny characters are densely engraved, representing the deductions, hypotheses, and dialectical reasoning written by sages throughout history who devoted their entire lives to this task.

“G=mg”、“p=pgh”、“Fbuoy=PfluidgVdisp”、“Q=qm=qV”、“W=Fscosθ”、“Q=cm?t”、“E=mc2”、“E2=p2c2+m02c4”……

The four causes theory, dialectics, spacetime deduction, quantum fluctuations... countless theories are stacked on top of each other, corroborating each other, yet contradicting each other. In the end, not a single word can reach the final answer.

"So this is the question that the unknown raised..." Mu Yuan smiled bitterly, "No wonder it stumped so many sages."

First cause.

In philosophy and theology, this refers to the ultimate initial cause of the causal chain, the original cause of the causal chain, that is, the fundamental source of the existence of all things—what is the original source of all existence? Why is there something and not nothingness?

In a causal chain, each thing is the "effect" of the previous thing, and the next thing becomes the "cause" of the next thing; the first cause is the starting point of this chain. It is different from a general "cause". It does not depend on other things to exist and is not bound by previous causes. Analyzing the first cause is equivalent to analyzing the entire universe.

Sylvia looked at the stone tablet with some hesitation: "I don't quite understand the meaning of this question... but according to you, even you can't calculate the result?"

“Yes.” Mu Yuan shook her head slightly, then a determined glimmer appeared in her eyes. “But that was before.”

If it were to explain the first cause of the entire universe, Mu Yuan would be just as helpless.

But now, having learned of the two world cycles, she can naturally deduce a great deal of information: the nine portions of source matter and the nine great demons only exist in the star systems of these two worlds. Therefore, to analyze the unknown, all that is needed is to prove "the first cause of this constantly cycling star system."

In other words, it's equivalent to analyzing the origin and the entirety of this ever-recurring world.

Of course, even so, there are still many difficulties... But the sages of the past could only imagine a "God" who drove the First Cause, while Mu Yuan now has a real god standing beside her.

At the same time, she also stands on the shoulders of her predecessors.

It was only then that Mu Yuan realized that the appearance of this cemetery in the unknown divine kingdom was not a coincidence, but the final destination of all seekers of knowledge through countless reincarnations—every sage was a failure who had tried to decipher the first cause and fight against the unknown.

But there will always be descendants who will cross the graves of the losers to create the "truth" they could not reach.

Therefore, it was not that her wisdom surpassed that of her predecessors, but rather that the era, the cycle of life, fate, companions, and the accumulated wisdom of her predecessors collectively created this unique chance of victory.

By analyzing the power and authority of Sylvia, Freya, and Mu Zimi in a "world-style" manner, and reversing the original appearance of the entire world... and then following the ideas written here by the predecessors, deducing step by step, even if Mu Yuan considers herself an "ordinary person" at this moment, she can still achieve feats that even "geniuses" cannot achieve!

"The unknown is merely a lingering mist, while knowledge is the foundation of the world."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Yuan slowly raised her hand.

Through the power of the Fire Seed and the genetic modification of the Fusion Warrior, her brain was like a supercomputer constantly calculating; Freya also offered her hand at the right time, carrying a large number of memories generated by Mu Yuan's calculations, which she could access at any time, allowing her to focus all her mental energy on calculations.

Countless tiny calculation symbols and complex function formulas flowed from her fingertips, densely covering the open space in front of her.

"opAyopA,-igcu(O,Z9(W:WWw=)-z(waw_-W-awt)+z(waw=-W,a,w)..."

"M2W+w_-za, Z00, Zp-M2z2z-..."

As the calculations continued to break through, the gray-white fog sea seemed to sense a threat.

The once still and turbulent fog suddenly became wildly agitated, and countless twisted, ferocious, and amorphous fog demons surged out from the fog tide and rushed towards Mu Yuan!

"Don't think about it!"

With a cold shout, Sylvia unleashed countless chains that crisscrossed the sky, crushing all the mist demons into ashes.

Freya also constantly activated her authority to completely seal all the calculation formulas, protecting each set of data from being eroded; Mu Zimi's harmonious Buddha light surged again, and the bond between the four became even stronger. Even though their cognition was constantly being eroded and confused by the fog, their thoughts could still complement each other in real time.

But the unknown power is far more terrifying than anyone imagined.

Even with such strict precautions, the longer they stayed, the more their humanity was consumed—Freya and Sylvia's eyes were now shining with divine light. The humanity they had been struggling to maintain was becoming increasingly fragile, and they were beginning to teeter on the edge of deification and self-loss, in grave danger!

"Mu Yuan, speed it up!"

Sylvia began to take control of herself, forcibly maintaining her humanity: "We can't hold out for much longer... at most half an hour, then we have to evacuate!"

Mu Yuan seemed not to hear, completely absorbed in the deduction.

The ground is covered with countless intersecting calculation lines, and all known variables are incorporated into the calculation system, including the fundamental parameters of the universe, the cycle of reincarnation, the laws of the source matter, the experimental variables of the divine officials, and the save and rollback permissions of "Fate: The Immortal Crown".

Countless erroneous branches are quickly eliminated, overturned, and reconstructed, and all functions and equations gradually converge toward the unique answer:

"Psi = kOmega! ”

After enduring countless suffocating silences, Mu Yuan finally let out a long breath and slowly stood up from the complex formulas scattered on the ground.

She looked down at the ground, and all the countless lines of deduction converged, with all the formulas leading to one result:

If this theory were to be named after its contributors, it would be a long list of characters: Aristotle, Newton, Einstein, Schrödinger, Maxwell, Hawking, Yang Zhenning, Mu Yuan… those shining stars of humanity dedicated their lives to advancing this magnificent theory. The people are the creators of history; scientists from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the American Academy of Sciences, and the world have worked day and night to advance its development. It is not the achievement of an individual or a few individuals, but a declaration by humanity as a whole to an imperfect Creator—

"I have revealed the truth of the world!"

She looked up at the deathly gray fog filling the sky, and, as a character in the play, transcending the drama, revealed the first cause of this endless cycle of reincarnation: "The world we live in is not the real starry sky... It is essentially a simulated world built on digital calculations, an experimental field built in search of the 'Immortal Crown'!"

"A simulated world?!"

These words struck the three of them like a thunderclap.

Sylvia's golden chains trembled violently, her humanity wavering wildly: "A simulated world? So, we, Cheng Cheng, Father, all living beings in the world... are just data calculated in a computer?"

If that's the case... do we still truly exist? And are our feelings just a fabricated calculation?

Freya's fingertips clenched suddenly, and she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart.

Countless acts of camaraderie, the pain of separation and death, the waiting and perseverance that transcends reincarnation, all ultimately converge into one sentence: "If everything is just a simulation program... are all our pain, our bonds, and the beings we fought so hard to protect all meaningless?"

If everything is predetermined by mathematics, could it be that my 120,000 years of perseverance, the countless cycles of reincarnation and generational struggles in this world, are nothing more than a die thrown casually by the Creator?

Mu Zimi's eyes instantly reddened, and she timidly moved closer to Mu Yuan without saying a word.

"Of course it's not meaningless."

Mu Yuan raised her hand and gently stroked Mu Zimi's shoulder: "Existence precedes essence. Humans do not have a fixed nature from birth. It is their own choices and actions that shape them. The world has no predetermined meaning. Humans must bear the freedom to create meaning and be responsible for themselves."

He paused, looked at Sylvia, and continued, "Your Excellency, perhaps we are just fake data in a computer... but the joy of our encounters, the pain of our separations, the determination to fight against the catastrophe, and the sincerity of our companionship—these irreplaceable emotions and memories are proof that we existed."

“Even fake data can have real emotions…and that’s something we should be proud of.”

Under Mu Yuan's reassurance, everyone gradually calmed down.

After all, they were true gods who had endured 120,000 years of torment in the abyss. Even though the news was shocking enough, it could not completely shake their will.

But it was enough to shake the unknown demon.

Just as Mu Yuan revealed the world's first cause, the entire gray mist suddenly trembled violently, collapsing inward layer by layer. The gray mist frantically converged, piled up, and solidified towards the central black giant monument.

Finally, it condensed into an endless, gray-white fog.

His blank, empty eyes stared intently at Mu Yuan, and at all the beings who had tried to unravel the mystery through countless reincarnations. The primordial pressure swept across the entire cemetery, and every wisp of mist stirred wildly, attempting to alter the four people's perceptions and erase all the truths that had just been revealed.