The True-Self Perfect One had no reason to lie to him.
Aiou understood that clearly. The gap between him and the True-Self Perfect One had never actually narrowed.
At that moment, the Central Court suddenly trembled slightly. Through the translucent eggshell, Aiou's eyes widened, yet his mind was completely blank.
"Different people see different images. What did you see?" the True-Self Perfect One asked.
Aiou stared ahead for a long while before answering, "Lines. Countless lines."
"Lines? What I saw were dots—countless tiny dots constantly appearing and vanishing," the True-Self Perfect One said with a smile.
Aiou looked carefully, trying to see the dots the True-Self Perfect One had described, but all he could still see were countless utterly chaotic lines. They appeared with extreme speed and vanished just as quickly, forming an image that was both densely packed and hollow.
"You'd better not keep looking. If you see too much, your mind won't be able to bear it," the True-Self Perfect One said with a smile when he saw Aiou staring fixedly at the outside.
Aiou closed his eyes. After sighing, he asked, "Are there any living beings here? Other than Transcendent Ones?"
"No. Other than Transcendent Ones, no living being can survive here. They will be completely assimilated by existence within nonexistence, just like the lines you saw and the dots I saw," the True-Self Perfect One replied.
Aiou frowned. "Then what about people brought here like me?"
"Do you know why I temporarily fixed these people here?" The True-Self Perfect One did not answer directly.
Then he looked toward the sailor, motioning for Aiou to look over.
The moment Aiou looked at the sailor controlled by the Abyssal Will, the sailor suddenly came "alive."
The next instant, the sailor saw what lay outside. His body froze on