Diversion

The Memory Sea was too full. This was the truth revealed by the Weaver of Lies—memories from endless eras had piled up here, with no classification, no organization, no order whatsoever. Even without the Weaver of Lies, the Memory Sea would have collapsed. The Weaver of Lies had merely been the "accelerator"; the root of the problem was that the Memory Sea needed to be organized.

Lin Ye stood at the center of the Memory Sea, gazing at the boundless ocean formed from countless memories. He remained silent for a long time. Then he asked, "Xuxi, how large is the Memory Sea?"

Xuxi's phantom condensed beside him and calculated for a full three seconds—for her, that was an extraordinarily long time. "It cannot be measured. It contains all memories from before the birth of the universe. Every existence's first memory, every civilization's first breath, every dimension's first pulse—they are all here."

"How much can it hold?"

"It has already held infinity." Uncertainty appeared in Xuxi's voice for the first time. "But it is not infinite. It is merely an ocean. When infinite things pour into a finite vessel, one day, it will be full."

"What happens when it's full?"

"It collapses. All memories are released at once, contradicting and denying one another, until in the end, nothing exists. Even the concept of 'having once existed' will be erased."

Lin Ye fell silent. He looked at the sea, at the countless flickering motes of memory within it—each one a civilization that had existed, a life that had lived, a story that had happened. They were all real. They all deserved to be remembered. But the Memory Sea could no longer contain them.

"Tuner." The Primordial Source stepped forward, his voice hoarse. "The Zero Era had this problem as well. We had