From Jin Hui, Meng Yi learned a very old-fashioned answer.
At the very center of the universe lies the creator of this universe. To distinguish him from the Creator, Meng Yi named this being the Creator God.
But contrary to his expectations, this "creator god" had no physical form, but was an endless mass of gray-black chaotic mist.
This led him to inexplicably connect with "alien forces" such as the stars, whose power, from a spiritual perspective, manifested as a gray-black mist.
As for the extraordinary power originating from the Creator, it manifests in various ways, with vibrant and diverse colors.
There might be some difference between them.
He pressed further in a deep voice:
Why are you afraid when you see the sleeping Creator God? Are you afraid that He will wake up?
Do you think you can avoid this outcome by constantly persecuting your own kind?
While asking questions, Meng Yi subtly observed the direction of the Earth.
Escaping to the depths of space via the "Ark" may be unrealistic, but at least it can temporarily mitigate the risks.
He quickly felt relieved; thankfully, it seemed there was nothing seriously wrong.
"etc…"
His brows furrowed suddenly, and he spoke thoughtfully, "Could it be that, in your view, the impact of life as an existence is similar to that of your fellow beings?"
Jin Hui praised in a calm tone:
"You are very intelligent, but not just close enough. Rather, due to the growth potential of your life and wisdom, the threat posed by these beings is even greater."
Let's use your title... Creator God...
You'll know a little when you see Him with your own eyes.
Seeing is believing... After experiencing so much, Meng Yi easily accepted this.
Jin Hui continued, "..."
"Besides these, we learned a lot more. We not only confirmed His identity, but also learned why we were born... Ha... Hahaha..."
Guess what it is?
Before Meng Yi could answer, He spoke to himself:
"The entire universe is nothing more than a bed of the creator god."
When He wakes up, the bed will be useless. It may remain, waiting for His next slumber, or it may be destroyed and rebuilt when He sleeps again.
And what are we?
What is the creator you speak of?
Hey… these are some thoughts and ideas that spontaneously dissipated during the slumber of the Creator God. If I had to make an analogy…
This can be understood as us being the creator god, born from a dream.
Meng Yi immediately understood why the stars were afraid and why they were willing to so decisively destroy themselves.
If their existence stems from the creator god's dream, and they are merely "NPCs" within that dream, then all of this becomes understandable.
This is no different from telling them that you are fake.
Soon, Meng Yi was startled, and his face turned uncontrollably pale.
If the Creator is merely "a fleeting thought in a dream," then what are life and wisdom in this world?
Is it just an illusion?
He instinctively began to question the meaning of his own existence, and consequently, the so-called civilization and wisdom.
His breathing became rapid, and he looked uneasy.
After saying this, Jin Hui stopped, seemingly observing Meng Yi and the Creator's reactions.
The desolate superstar and the pitch-black abyss also cast their gazes, along with some mocking remarks:
"Therefore, all of our existence is meaningless and illusory."
Unexpectedly, the Creator seemed not to be greatly affected, but merely asked curiously:
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