Luo Siyuan swallowed and said slowly, "The results show that if the observation device is activated, then the act of observation will cause the light particles to behave like particles, not producing interference fringes.

And if the observation device is turned off, the interference fringes will reappear.

In other words, the result of observation has become the cause of the event.

The future determines the past."

For the first time, an expression called fear appeared on Luo Siyuan's face, in contrast to the blank expressions on the faces of the other cultivators.

"The experiment itself also has a final version, which is delayed choice quantum eraser—this experiment even shows that the result can occur countless years before the cause.

Time is not real, space is not real, and everything on the micro scale is challenging the inherent thinking of the macro world.

This intense sense of tearing, a sense of despair,

even made my master give up in frustration and start hoping for the help of gods and Buddhas—if gods and Buddhas really exist, then those with great freedom, great detachment, and great wisdom will surely be able to answer this question."

Luo Siyuan said softly, "I was just an apprentice when I accompanied my master to every corner of the world where there might be traces of gods and Buddhas.

We went to Tianzhu and took a look at the Bodhi tree where the Buddha sat when he attained enlightenment. It was ordinary and unremarkable, without any magical qualities.

We dug down, down to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, looking for traces of the underworld, but found nothing.

We even found the sacred land of the White Lotus Sect, and while the White Lotus Sect Leader was sleeping, we secretly sneaked in and peed on the White Lotus Sacred Seat where he sat during the day.

Heh heh,

My master took me on a ship to sail far away, leaving the land, gradually drifting further and further, wandering for several months in a windless zone where there was only seawater and no living creatures, and finally saw the legendary Beiming Guixu (the mythical bottomless abyss in the North Sea)—

That was a sea cliff, where hundreds of millions of tons of seawater flowed into it every moment, falling down the cliff and disappearing without a trace.

Outside Guixu, there was a gray and unyielding chaos."

Luo Siyuan said indifferently, "We sailed along Guixu all the way, and finally returned to land, confirming that this world is shaped like a flat disc, an isolated island floating on the sea.

This is inconsistent with the phenomenon that my master observed, that the world is a sphere.

I think, from that time on, my master suspected that the world might not be real."

He shook his head and sighed, "After my master returned to the Central Plains, he stayed alone for a long time. Finally, he decided to fly up and take a look.

Not ascending to immortality through heavenly tribulation,

but making his own device to carry him into the sky to see what was outside the firmament.

I watched him get into the iron cylinder, watched him fly into the air and turn into a tiny speck of light, and waited in place for several days before he came back.

He landed, opened the hatch, and gave me a smile,

'Damn it, it's really damn cold up there.'

From then on, my master started drinking."

Luo Siyuan shook his head and said, "Once, after drinking, he excitedly grabbed my collar, his eyes bloodshot, and told me that it was all fake, fake, everything was fake.

The sun and moon in the sky are just two pieces of paper hanging in the sky.

The so-called vast starry sky has never existed—there is an indestructible transparent barrier around the firmament, and every night, the barrier emits starlight to deceive all living beings."

"Absurd!"

The middle-aged Taoist's face turned purple with anger. "This is heresy! This is evil!"

"That's the truth."

Luo Siyuan sighed, his eyes full of weariness, "Our world is just a tiny existence in a hollow glass ball. There is no Ninety-Nine Heavens, and no Heavenly Court."

"Zhang Tianshi!"

The middle-aged Taoist roared, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, "Zhang Tianshi carried the Three-Five Dujun Jade Seal and the Male-Female Demon-Slaying Sword, destroyed mountains and temples, and finally ascended to immortality.

You can't deny that, can you?!"

"I admit it."

Luo Siyuan nodded, "My master was an elder of Longhu Mountain, so he was no stranger to the secrets of the sect.

But he was very puzzled. If some god or powerful being created the world,

then where are they now?

Where did those cultivators who ascended to immortality throughout the ages go?

To answer this question,

the only way is to personally ascend to the Immortal World before one's lifespan runs out and ask someone.

Even if he died, he wanted to know why the Creator designed the world like this."

Lightning flashed, illuminating Luo Siyuan's indifferent face. "He failed to transcend the tribulation.

Half of his body was reduced to charcoal, paralyzed in bed, only his head could turn.

He no longer had the demeanor of a god,

but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

He smiled triumphantly and told me softly that he had seen the truth in the instant of the lightning tribulation:

He saw a sleeping god conceived in a thick soup.

Our world is just a god's dream.

The true history of the dream is far shorter than we thought.

All those who have ascended throughout the ages have become nutrients for the birth of the god.

Except for the Creator, all other immortals and Buddhas are fake,

or rather, are the ideas that the Creator makes us have."

"Impossible..."

The middle-aged Taoist protested weakly, "You're lying..."

"When all impossibilities are eliminated, what remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

Luo Siyuan said expressionlessly, "Luo was born into a poor farming family in Haozhou.

In my childhood, Haozhou suffered a drought, followed by a locust plague and epidemic the following year.

In less than half a month, my father, elder brother, younger sister, and mother all died of hunger and disease one after another. When they died, there was no money to buy coffins, nor land.

It was Luo who begged his neighbors for a piece of cemetery and found a few rags to wrap the bodies of his relatives before barely burying them.

Before I had time to grieve, I had to escape the chaos of war and flee.

Along the way, I saw all kinds of unspeakable tragedies.

Whenever I think of it, I feel a tightness in my throat and a stuffiness in my chest, as if it were another lifetime.

Luo wants to know, if there really is a Creator, why doesn't he bless and protect innocent living beings?

Why let the Tao decline and the demons flourish, turning the world into hell?

Could it be that our pain and despair, joy and happiness,

are merely playthings for him to pass the time?

Luo, is not willing."

The middle-aged Taoist said bitterly, "So, you lied to the sect leader."

"I guess so."

Luo Siyuan said indifferently, "According to my master's will, I turned a part of his Taiyin Refining Form body into a fish demon.

The tadpole monsters in the belly of the fish demon are all formed by the combination of the old demonic energy in the Demon Refining Cave and the fragments of souls in the Lingshui River Basin.

According to the formation I designed,

these human-faced tadpoles will flow downstream, flooding Chenzhou and other cities, devouring the living beings in the city,

using the souls of tens of thousands of people as energy to forcibly awaken the sleeping Creator God.

All of this was set up more than a decade ago.

Even if you kill Luo and seal the fish demon,

what is going to happen will still happen.

It just makes the act of awakening the Creator a little gentler."

"If what you said is true,"

Zhu Xuemin also stared at Luo Siyuan expressionlessly and said calmly, "If the world itself is a dream, then what will happen to the dream if you disturb the Creator's sleep?"

"I don't know."

Luo Siyuan shook his head, "Maybe it will collapse directly?

Maybe the Creator will enter the next beautiful dream in the blink of an eye, and we will completely disappear, never having existed?

Who can say for sure?

If the Creator does not directly recast the world, and the final answer he gives about the meaning of the world's existence is not satisfactory to Luo,

then maybe Luo will draw his sword and slash at the gods,

to let the high and mighty Creator taste the anger of mortals."

Zhu Xuemin said indifferently, "Then,

what about those who were harmed by Huang Silang? Those victims who were tortured and finally stuffed into the belly of the fish? What about the neighbors and folks you lived with day and night in Chenzhou City?

Do they deserve to die?

Since you have seen the ugliness of the world, why do you still allow it to run rampant, and even fuel the flames?"

Luo Siyuan fell into a long silence. After a long time, he sighed and said, "If there is no meaning, then suffering is meaningless.

Luo, just wants to know the answer.

Okay, the time has come.

The flood has reached Chenzhou."