Only half of the stone stele remained. The other half had vanished into nothingness. Most of the writing on its surface was no longer legible, but one line in the very center remained clear:
"Order is not perfection, but tolerance for imperfection."
Lin Ye froze.
He stared blankly at the broken stele as countless scenes suddenly flashed through his mind.
Zeus had pursued perfect order, only to be exploited by the Lord of the Void, resulting in an enormous disaster.
His own pursuit of perfect creation had instead become the ideal environment for Nothingness Seeds to parasitize.
Those soldiers had chosen self-destruction because their "Perfect Reshaping" had ultimately harmed them.
And the Lord of the Void—wasn't the "Absolute Void" he pursued also a perfect state? Perfect to the point that nothing existed.
"Perfection... perfection..." Lin Ye's hand began to tremble.
Not from fear, but from excitement.
He had finally grasped the heart of the problem.
"I've always pursued perfection. I wanted to create a world without flaws, without contradictions, completely harmonious. But that pursuit itself violates the very nature of existence!"
Lin Ye rose to his feet, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
"The real world is imperfect. It has flaws, contradictions, and conflicts, yet it is precisely those imperfections that fill the world with vitality and possibility."
"And the Lord of the Void's pursuit of 'Absolute Void' is, in essence, also a pursuit of a 'perfect state'—perfect to the point that nothing exists."
He looked at the scepter in his hand, which had nearly been completely eroded, and suddenly laughed.
"We're actually the same."
"Both trapped by the concept of 'perfection.'"
"He pursues the perfection of nothingness, while I pursue the perfection of existence. We seem opposed, but we are fundamentally alike. Both of us deny reality. Both of