What had the world looked like at its very beginning—utter blackness, or a field of snow-white?
Su Ming still had not found the answer to that question.
From the perspective of a story, the setting that carried the story should have been a blank sheet of paper. Before anything happened, it ought to have been white.
But from the perspective of thought, before a story was conceived, when there was nothing at all, only black could represent the void, represent complete emptiness. When people closed their eyes, all they saw was darkness.
Yet those were all ways of viewing the world from a human perspective, idealistic explanations. Perhaps both were right, or perhaps neither was.
But that was what made it interesting. People had many reasons to love the world. Some did so because of happiness, some because they felt their own existence, and some in order to better extract surplus value.
Su Ming liked the world because it was always full of mysteries.
Especially now. They had come this far, yet they still could not say whether the world was black or white. Even calling it gray was probably just a compromise meant to make it easier for humans to understand, wasn't it?
The battle between Celestial Destroyer and the CCU was a collision between different concepts. One represented the universe's native powers since ancient times, while the other represented later foreign colonizers. So, just as Su Ming had said before—
Humanity truly seemed to be nothing more than insignificant spectators in this battle.
Still, squatting on a Celestial's shoulder to watch the show was too dangerous. Both sides were merely testing the waters and had yet to truly begin fighting. Leaving aside everything else, even the slightest movement from a Celestial of that size posed a threat to