"How many years ago was that?"
"Decades?"
"Centuries?"
"Millennia?"
"Tens of thousands of years?"
"Or hundreds of millions of years?"
Above the Star River, Lu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back.
Just like his original self had back then.
Only now, he had become the original self as well.
Wielding the power of Forty-Nine, enough to make everything above and below the Star River tremble.
But just as that original self had said.
Either One.
Or Forty-Nine.
No one could possess Fifty.
Therefore, if he wanted to escape, he had to find that One.
But then again, how difficult was it to find this One? Among countless possibilities, it meant piling quantity upon quantity in search of quality, finding that miracle among miracles—one whose fate had changed, one that existed independently of Forty-Nine.
To put it more simply.
Only a miracle could give birth to a miracle.
Any known experiment could only be conducted within the realm of the known. Just as humanity could not use the known to measure the unknown, humanity had not even formed the most basic concept of the unknown. How, then, could they use the known to measure and speculate about it?
For example, what lay beyond the universe?
There was no answer to that question.
Because humanity had yet to fully explore even the universe itself.
To discuss what lay beyond it.
Was truly absurd.
Not to mention that this One originated from a conceptual One.
Taking the limits of human imagination as the standard.
No matter what one could imagine, it would forever lie beyond that imagination.
Therefore, this was purely a matter of coincidence.
Only coincidence could validate coincidence.
In other words, only so-called miracles could create miracles.
"Though from another angle, this should be called the Dragon Slayer becoming