Lin Ye stood before the prototype, his body unmoving, not even the hem of his robes stirring. He bore seven layers of pressure, yet his consciousness was like still water in the eye of a storm.
Only after the seven had paused did he slowly raise his head, his calm gaze sweeping across the seven conceptual statues.
"Have you all finished?" His voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly throughout the Origin Court.
"If 'ancient' and 'pure' are truth, then why must this Thought Sea ever change? Would it not be best to eternally preserve your 'purity'?" Lin Ye's first question struck directly at the heart of the contradiction.
"If the universe were truly best as 'Absolute Void,' then what meaning would the concept of 'void' itself, and our discussion at this very moment, hold? It would merely be a stretch of noise destined to vanish." He looked toward the sea of darkness. "True 'nothingness' need not be sought; it is already there. The meaning of 'existence' lies in the process of 'existing.'"
"Overturning is a driving force, not an objective. To overturn merely for the sake of overturning is just as stagnant as cycling merely for the sake of cycling." He addressed the staircase of flames. "New sprouts are certainly precious, but without rotten wood turning to soil to nourish them, how could they grow? We rise in a spiral, not through flat destruction."
"The efficiency of a single will is built upon the erasure of diversity." Facing the pure-white tower, Lin Ye said, "And the greatest waste in the universe is allowing countless unique possibilities to perish in a monotonous echo. Our 'accord' coordinates 'connection,' not 'unification.'"
"As for 'laws,'" he said, turning toward the chaotic mist, "complete lawlessness is itself an extreme kind of 'law.' Our