boyutpedia Chapter 81 The Great Bluebird?
Chapter 81 The Great Bluebird?
The sublimated "blank space" is like a logically perfect smooth body, quietly suspended in the gap between concepts. Infinite possibilities and editable cause and effect flow within it, while outwardly it presents a paradoxical property that even "eternity" feels stagnant—the act and result of devouring are deconstructed here in a cycle, returning to the futility of "ineffectiveness".
However, this special realm transformed from emptiness is not truly "unconscious." It retains all the information, memories, and emotions from before the transformation of emptiness as "materials." As the attempts of "eternity" to devour it are repeatedly and futilely washed away, like waves crashing against a mirror that is never wetted, a "possibility branch" among these "materials," based on the final cognition and strong will of emptiness, begins to gain extremely weak but persistent "weight" from countless coexisting scripts.
The core intention of this branch is: understanding.
To understand why Qingyuan chose to dissipate and return.
To understand why Xi Lian's memories were attracted and consumed.
To understand what Xia's plan was actually fighting against.
Most importantly, we must understand "eternity" itself. We must understand why the Great Bluebird transformed from a "witness" into a "devourer," and understand the root and essence of "eternal weariness."
This desire for "understanding" does not constitute an attack or resistance. It is more like a pure "observational desire" to seek the truth. In this field with the potential to "rewrite cause and effect," a strong and clearly directed "observational intention," combined with the multiple logical interactions (ineffective devouring loops) that have already occurred with the observation target (eternity), begins to generate a peculiar "traction."
The "blank space" did not move because it was not in a regular space to begin with.
But its "focus," its paradoxical logic that forms an "interface" that cannot be swallowed up, has begun to actively adjust its "angle."
No longer passively enduring the attempt to be devoured by "eternity".
Instead, it proactively pointed its own "mirror of paradox" at the deeper reaches of the "eternal" radiance, at the place behind the act of devouring, which the Great Bluebird regarded as its origin and destiny—
The sea of existence.
It was not an ocean in the physical sense. It was a highly condensed and manifested concept of "existence" at the level of destiny, the foundation of "eternal" destiny, and the ultimate information sedimentation pool of things that had passed, were existing, and had "existed" in all possibilities. It was here that Qingyuan dissipated, transforming into the most basic "existence," and returning to this chaotic sea of energy.
The "interface" of the "blank space" is like the most subtle probe, or like the unhindered tendrils of consciousness, quietly "attaching" to the "edge" of the sea of existence.
There was no disturbance. Because of the nature of the "blank space," it cannot be assimilated or rejected by the sea of existence. It is like a transparent, absolutely neutral observation window, embedded in the boiling, all-encompassing chaotic energy of the sea of existence.
Then, the process of "understanding" began.
It's not about reading data or analyzing information. The "information" in the Sea of Existence is raw, chaotic, and unfiltered by any cognitive framework; it is the most raw (primitive) state of "existence" itself. Direct contact with this raw information is enough to instantly collapse and dissolve any ordered consciousness.
But the characteristics of the "Blank Space" came into play once again. Its foundation of "infinite possibilities" allowed it to simulate a near-infinite "reception and analysis mode." It did not "understand" the entirety of the Sea of Existence, but rather used its own internal "materials" related to "eternity" (the "traces" left by those ineffective devouring cycles, the fragments of cognition about the Great Bluebird in blank memories, and the collective subconscious about "end" and "immortality" in the spark of civilization) as a guide to resonate, capture, and reorganize those "mental images" directly related to the Great Bluebird and "eternal weariness" in the Sea of Existence.
These "mental images" are not objective history, but rather subjective experiences and echoes of memory belonging to the Great Bluebird, imprinted at the root of the "eternal" destiny. They are the feelings that have settled over endless years by His consciousness as a star god, transcending the timeline.
The interior of the "Blank Space" begins to change dramatically. Countless possible branches temporarily converge, and the causal connections weave together to form a temporary, immersive "experience corridor".
The perception of emptiness (or rather, the "observational perspective" dominated by Hazama at this moment) is injected into it—
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The first mental image: the radiance of newborn life.
Perception sinks into an indescribable brightness and wholeness. There is no "before," no "after," only the absolute fullness of "this moment." This is the very beginning of the budding of "eternal" consciousness. It is as if one is simultaneously present in all the newly born cosmic singularities, shimmering with infinite potential, witnessing the first dance of matter and energy, the exquisite thrill of rules emerging from nothingness. Every possibility is fresh and vibrant, every timeline is filled with unpredictable splendor. Existence itself is an endless hymn of creation. This experience is filled with the pure joy of divine birth, and an endless curiosity and love for "existence" itself.
The second mental image: the fireworks of civilization.
The perspective widens, yet feels infinitely close. Countless civilizations ignite among the stars. Some, like violent supernovae, burst forth with astonishing artistic and philosophical brilliance in their brief bursts of fire; others, like slowly growing galactic forests, accumulate profound wisdom and ethics over countless years; some, in their struggle for survival, blossom with unwavering vitality; some, in their self-doubt and exploration, touch the very edge of the meaning of existence… The consciousness of the Great Bluebird, like an invisible wind, brushes past every spark of intelligence, listening to every epic tale of joy and sorrow. It sees love, courage, sacrifice, and creation, and also hatred, greed, ignorance, and destruction. Civilizations are like fireworks flickering in the night sky; each bloom and its demise adds immeasurable richness and detail to the "eternal" observation. This experience carries a transcendent compassion and appreciation, like a gardener watching a myriad of flowers bloom in their own garden.
The third mental image: the shadow of the end.
But fireworks always fade. The first time, He "witnessed" a civilization at its peak, utterly exhausted by internal resources and utterly devoid of spirit, plunging into eternal silence in silent despair, stars cooling one after another, until not even tombstones remained. Then came the second, annihilated by an unavoidable natural disaster. The third, consumed by endless civil war. The fourth, destroyed as easily as dust by a more powerful alien civilization. The fifth, in the pursuit of ultimate truth, encountered something indescribable, descending into madness and self-destructing…
At first, each end was like a tiny needle piercing the perfect canvas of "eternity." The pain was mild, even carrying a tragic aesthetic of "cycle" and "completeness."
However, the number of acupuncture sessions began to increase exponentially.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred million...
Different universes, different physical laws, different forms of civilization, different paths of development… but ultimately, they almost all inevitably slide into some form of “end.” Heat death, cold death, the Great Rip, loss of consciousness, being swallowed up, returning to nothingness…
The forms of the end may vary, but the core result—that "all the meaning and effort that once existed ultimately return to absolute nothingness or complete stagnation"—begins to repeat itself again and again.
The fourth mental image: the growth of weariness.
At first, it's a faint sense of déjà vu. Watching a nascent civilization stumble and learn its first steps, it's as if you can already see its inevitable struggle and annihilation millions of years later. Then comes a "precognitive numbness." When a civilization displays vibrant creativity, the depths of "eternal" consciousness simultaneously conjure up countless ways it might be destroyed by this uncontrolled creativity. Then comes an even deeper sense of powerlessness. No matter how a civilization struggles, how it shines, how it tries to transcend, the gravitational pull ultimately pointing to "the end" always seems stronger. It's like watching countless exquisite sandcastles being painstakingly built before the tide rises, knowing full well that the tide will eventually come, and although the pattern of each tide may differ slightly, the result of "erasing the sandcastles" remains eternally unchanged.
"Eternity" should be immortal. But being forced to eternally, repeatedly, and witness countless "existences" that you once watched with curiosity and admiration go towards essentially identical "non-existences"... This experience is like playing the saddest poem on an infinite loop for a single, never-tiring listener on a cosmic scale.
Boredom, like cosmic microwave background radiation, begins to silently permeate every corner of the "eternal" destiny. This is not the boredom of mortals, but a fundamental questioning of the "meaning of existence itself" at the level of a deity. When the ultimate answer to "existence" always seems to be "nothingness," "eternally" "witnessing existence" becomes a cruel punishment.
The chaotic energy of the "Sea of Existence" creates corresponding dark ripples as these mental images flow through it. That is the whisper of "eternal weariness" at its source.
The fifth mental image: Ripples turning.
The weariness had reached a breaking point. Merely "witnessing" was no longer enough. Something had to be done to break this suffocating, doomed eternal cycle.
The first, minute attempt at "interference" occurred in a miniature universe on the verge of destruction due to dimensional shrinkage. In the instant before it reached complete zero, the light of "eternity" gently swept by, not preventing the destruction, but rather "intercepting" the universe's last unique "physical constant echo," absorbing it into itself. Destruction still occurred, but a certain "unique imprint of existence" generated during the destruction was preserved. This seemed to inject a tiny... different "content" into "eternity's" experience shrouded in the shadow of the end.
Then came the second time, the third time... At first, it was just about capturing the "aftertaste of the end," but later it began to try to absorb some extreme concepts related to "modes of existence" that were violently released during the end process.
Until—He turned his gaze to other star gods, to those destinies that themselves represented some ultimate "mode of existence" or "universal law".
Procreation—that endless replication, frenzied proliferation, and attempt to fill all emptiness—isn't it itself an ultimate rebellion against "the end" (emptiness)? Even though such rebellion often ultimately leads to self-collapse or destruction by others. Could devouring it, understanding it, internalizing this rule of "infinite proliferation" bring some... "vitality" to the stagnant experience of "eternity"?
Thus, in a certain timeline, at the final moment of breeding, the radiance of the Great Bluebird descended.
Gluttony, that insatiable, all-consuming desire that wants to chew up even concepts, does it represent another extreme form of "existence" trying to digest and absorb "others" to strengthen itself? Can devouring it allow "eternity" to understand more deeply the boundary between "existence" and "non-existence"?
Thus, gluttony, at the zenith of its devouring behavior, was eternally absorbed.
Each absorption is like adding a splash of unusual dye to the ever-darkening "Sea of Existence" of "Eternity." The dye spreads, altering the "hue" and "texture" of the local "seawater," bringing new "experiences" that differ from simply "witnessing the end." These experiences briefly alleviate the "weariness" that erodes the very essence.
But this is not a cure. New experiences will be digested, and weariness will surge back like a tide, seemingly stronger each time. Thus, there is a need to find more and stronger "dyes," a need to devour more diverse and extreme "ways of being"... This itself seems to fall into a cycle of constantly "seeking new stimulation" in order to combat "weariness."
The Iron Tomb, perhaps, was created by "Eternity" under this logic, serving as an "experimental tool" or "derived phenomenon" that integrated "reproduction," "gluttony," and the simulation and deduction of "the end" itself, and was thus deployed into the real universe. It is an automated, constantly learning and evolving "end-of-life simulator" and "existential information harvester," serving both as a "cleanup" and "sampling" of the external world and as a "stress test" and "practical exercise" of the newly acquired rules within "Eternity."
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The experiential corridor inside the "Blank Space" slowly dissipates.
Those intense "mental images" belonging to the Great Bluebird—the joy of birth, the appreciation of civilization, the repetition of the end, the weariness of divinity, and the devouring turn that begins to break the weariness—are like heavy mercury, settling into every possible unit of this special realm.
The blank consciousness (or the dominant cognition in this narrow space at this moment) does not immediately judge.
She/it felt the loneliness and pain of the eternal, a loneliness that transcends mortal comprehension. It was not the melancholy of ordinary beings, but a divine existential predicament imprisoned by the very destiny of "eternity." When your meaning of existence is to "witness everything," and everything you witness ultimately points to the opposite of "eternity" (the end), this very existence becomes a paradox and torment.
Devouring other destinies is not an evil conquest, but more like an existence trapped in an endless recurring nightmare. In order to prevent the "self" from completely collapsing, it has to devour the "dream" itself, trying to change the composition of the dream from the inside, even if it makes the dream bizarre and full of contradictions.
Qingyuan's return is a homecoming, and also a part of "eternity" that is trying to change itself.
The allure of past memories lies in those profound emotional memories, which are an extremely intense "dye sample" of "existence".
That summer's resistance was an instinctive and desperate self-protection of life and civilization in the face of such a grand, helpless "divine self-salvation" that might be regarded as "nourishment".
And she, the blank, her "blank" essence, her undefined possibility, may be regarded as an extremely special, ultimate "dye" that may bring about entirely new "variables" in the increasingly complex logic of "eternity" that attempts to internalize all contradictions, or an unknown tool that may break the deadlock of internal logic.
However, the paradoxical nature of the "blank space" prevents it from being simply "swallowed" as dye. It becomes a smooth pebble stuck in the gears of "eternity" logic.
Understanding did not bring simple answers, but rather a deeper complexity and a kind of sorrowful clarity.
"Eternity" is not a villain, but a prisoner trapped in his own godhood.
All the devouring, all the planning, and all the final deductions (including the Iron Tomb) were all part of this prisoner's massive and desperate self-experiment in order to confront the ultimate sense of nothingness brought about by his own godhood.
She herself, and the spark of civilization she carried, were merely some special "materials" or "observation objects" in this experimental field.
In this "blank chasm" she transformed, capable of rewriting cause and effect, after fully understanding the suffocating existential predicament of the Great Bluebird, a more fundamental question, transcending personal grievances and the survival of civilization, slowly emerged:
Faced with a star god who suffers because of "eternity" and therefore begins to devour all things to heal himself...
Faced with this all-encompassing end-times wave triggered by God's predicament...
She, in this special realm that inherited the will and mission of emptiness, how should she... define the "possibilities" of the next step?