Chapter 506
486 The Twisted Miracle
Chapter 506, Section 486: The Twisted Miracle
After delivering the answer and the truth with harsh words, the god of miracles returned to the source of truth.
It is not afraid of the truth finding fault, because this wave is a task given by the First One, and its First One is the Supreme.
The God of Miracles was somewhat melancholy, as the task was indeed rather difficult.
The six-pointed star crouched in the illusion, watching Xie Yan sink deeper into the illusion day after day.
The source of truth is infinite omniscience, stretched time and space, and countless illusions. Humanity trapped in this world can only face collapse.
But it was precisely because of this that the hexagram found its opportunity.
—Once her consciousness completely collapsed, use your power to forcibly pull her back.
However, it is not entirely reliable, because the power of miracles can be distorted at the source of truth, and the results may not be satisfactory.
Even the God of Miracles cannot alter a miracle that has already taken effect.
However, since the six-pointed star had no other better options, it could only patiently wait here.
Time within the illusion, controlled by the source of truth, flows with a sense of both uniformity and rapidity. Xie Yan experiences everything that has been predetermined:
Going to school, coming home, talking with parents, doing homework, falling asleep in a familiar room, waking up... the cycle repeats itself.
Finally, on a day that seemed no different from any other, the cracks of change quietly began to appear.
That day, Xie Yan had just finished her homework and got up from her desk.
The sunlight outside the window was excessively bright, with a kind of solidified quality.
The father was preparing dinner in the kitchen, the spatula clanging rhythmically against the wok; the mother was having a video conference in the living room, her hushed conversation coming through intermittently.
Everything is normal.
But amidst this peaceful tranquility, a sudden sense of unease swept through Xie Yan's mind.
The feeling did not come from physical discomfort, but rather from a distant, faint resonance deep within consciousness.
It was as if something was calling to her from a far, unseen place, a soft yet persistent voice with a cold, alluring pull.
She instinctively walked to the window and pushed open the window that should have faced the familiar street.
The scene changed abruptly.
The boundless blue sea had somehow moved to her window, so close it seemed she could almost touch it.
It was the time of sunset, and the sky was dyed a magnificent yet sorrowful golden-red and crimson hue.
Where the sea meets the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun cleaves a clear line of light and shadow across the sea.
Beneath the yellow and gray sea surface, she saw a staircase.
A long, ancient staircase, seemingly built of some kind of pale, massive stone.
It lies quietly in the clear seawater, extending downwards level by level, leading to the deep, unfathomable ocean depths, as if leading to a completely new world that is entirely different from what is before it.
What chilled Xie Yan to the bone was the direction in which it extended—downward.
...downward?
Why downwards?
A simple directional word, at this moment, was like a rusty key, suddenly shoving into a rusty lock in her mind.
A sharp, eerie feeling pierced through the calm shell that had covered his mind for years.
She vaguely realized that something fundamental was "out of place." "Because... I 'came up'."
A thought, not originating from this moment's thought, exploded in the depths of her mind like a depth charge.
"Quack-"
A violent wave of dizziness instantly gripped her.
Cold sweat seeped from my forehead and back almost instantly, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Her legs buckled, and she lost her balance, falling awkwardly to the floor with a dull thud.
"Ayan?!"
"What's wrong, child?!"
Anxious calls and hurried footsteps came from outside.
The mother was the first to rush in, her warm and familiar arms helping her up from the cold floor. The father followed closely behind, his concerned face filled with worry.
"What happened? Does it hurt somewhere? Don't be afraid, Mom and Dad will take you to the hospital right away!"
"No... I don't want to go to the hospital..."
Xie Yan's jaw clenched, and she managed to squeeze out a broken resistance from her throat.
She forced herself to endure the dizziness and nausea, and struggled to turn her head to look out the window again.
The pale staircase leading to the depths of the sea still stands there, silent and stubborn.
Why is it reversed?
Oh, right… a chillingly calm voice echoed in her mind—
Because this place is an illusion.
The veil of truth was torn open at this moment by this simple cognitive paradox.
The space began to emit a silent shriek, like a towel being twisted, stretched, twisted, and deformed by an invisible giant hand.
Her parents' anxious and concerned faces began to melt and stretch in her blurred vision, turning into distorted outlines with eerie colors.
The whole world seemed to have been thrown into a crazy kaleidoscope, which began to spin and turn upside down violently—she saw the ceiling with warm patterns "fall" heavily to her feet, while the floor beneath her feet became an overturned object hanging above her head.
Pain is the excruciating pain of having one's very foundations shaken and one's cognitive structure violently dismantled.
She felt that her "spirit," or rather, all the coherence that constituted the consciousness of "Xie Yan," was crumbling and disintegrating, like a sandcastle whose foundation had been hollowed out by the waves, about to collapse completely.
Just as the last glimmer of consciousness was about to go out and plunge into eternal nothingness—
A purple glow, without warning, burst forth in the center of her shattered vision.
The light was not intense or dazzling, but it carried an indescribable warmth.
It pierced through the distorted space, soothing the excruciating pain in her consciousness, like a gentle yet powerful hand, softly grasping the last wisp of her consciousness that was about to dissipate.
The chaotic world began to rebuild. Xie Yan slowly got up from the ground. As soon as she stood up, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice behind her.
"Ayan, look back, it's your mom and dad."