The six rootless vortices were not enormous. From afar, one might have mistaken them for whirlwinds, but only upon approaching and standing directly before them could one see their true nature-disordered, irregular constructs of stone.
Like hard rock that had been struck down.
Of course, although they appeared to be disordered, irregular stone constructs, in Di Yi's eyes, their shapes actually held an order and regularity reached through exhaustive permutations. There was a sense of utmost reason after madness, speaking of the single essence of all things between harmony and discord.
"Form above, thought below, tilting left, overturning right..." As Di Yi watched, he inexplicably seemed to grasp something. It was existence, nothingness, the universe, the soul, free will, the generation and evolution of all things, the origin of the world.
Yet when he pondered it seriously, he found that everything had become unknowable again. Both his original "common knowledge" and the fragments he had grasped seemed utterly lost, as though he had transcended the ever-changing, illusory world and was no longer within any specific space or time. Everything had become meaningless.
"Both true and false, this is..." Here, one instant was chaos, and the next was the vast universe. Infinite principles and truths moved with his heart and arose with his thoughts. He clearly knew they were not real, yet when he examined them closely, he could not distinguish them.
This was terrifying, and it also served as a warning.
Though dead, he was still an Emperor. If even he was false, unreal, then were the Myriad Heavens, the bright heavens and earth, and all past and present not illusory images as well?
"No, that's not right. To me, the past and future are meaningless. Since they are meaningless, they themselves are both true and false. False within true,