The Arrow Paradox, the River of Perpetual Motion, Theseus's Ship—these were all rather famous philosophical paradoxes.
But according to Bai Xiaoqiu, they were no longer paradoxes. They had become purely physical problems, and they had already been solved.
There was clearly an inherent conflict between them, especially between the absolute stillness described by the Arrow Paradox and the absolute motion described by the River of Perpetual Motion.
His gaze swept across the crew members around him, whose bodies continually decayed and renewed themselves, as he searched through the Demon Lord's vast and complicated memories for what he wanted.
Seeing the thoughtful expression on this exalted immortal's face, Bai Xiaoqiu thought of the True World his patriarch, the Supreme Elder Lord, had mentioned.
Great power, backward social systems and ideas; laws and techniques, but no Dao.
It was a contradictory world that stood closest to Truth, yet farthest from Truth.
Because it was closest to the Present Node, it was nearest to Truth. Every living being there was born with incomparably powerful strength.
Yet the beings of the True World still remained in a primitive and ignorant age in their understanding of the fundamental operating rules of the universe and of the Dao.
That ignorance could not be changed because of the immense weight of the True World. Even the Other Shore Ones could not easily guide the direction of the True World.
What was more, the Other Shore Ones themselves belonged to different factions. That was why the True World had retained this primitive appearance unchanged for ten thousand years.
Although the exalted immortals from the True World each crushed the Lower Realm beings of the Myriad Worlds in terms of power, they were like a strange high-tech tribe wielding jade tablets.
But this gentleman did not seem like someone