Every trace of Information Stream that was enough to instantly cause the brains of ordinary people to collapse was constantly surging and condensing in Garen’s mind, gradually forming golden symbols with a splendid aura.
These were meaningless symbols, yet incomparably complex. Though they seemed unusually concise, if seen in detail, each and every line contained countless terrifying changes and Information Streams.
“The predecessors who were able to record these were definitely powerful to a certain realm already.” Garen sincerely admired the predecessor who established these records of Information.
As the Information Stream gradually increased, every flow contained the history of the Milky Way Universe’s development. Gradually, these new symbols began to stick together slowly and formed a stream of golden symbols, flowing slowly in Garen’s mind.
Instead of water, only a myriad of golden symbols was in the creek.
Garen could feel the inexplicable aura intensified as it got stronger and stronger. As soon as the stream of golden symbols was formed, the aura immediately increased.
The symbols flowing into the stream were getting denser.
The small stream gradually grew to become a river, and still continued growing bigger and wider.
Steadily, the heavy parts of the river descended rapidly, sinking to the riverbed as the clear parts gradually rose. The clearest and lightest part was on the surface, attached with a faint unreal layer of aura. That was the vast aura formed by the golden symbols.
The aura flowed along the huge river, gradually forming a river that was lighter and thinner. It was no longer golden, but translucent and almost colorless.
As the aura increased and thickened as time passed, it began to fade into a pale green shade as it rushed rapidly.
The entire river was gradually divided into two layers. The inner layer was the golden inland river wrapped in the aura as it continued flowing slowly, whereas the outermost layer was just a myriad of aura flowing around.
Due to the different flow rates of both layers, a slight friction was formed. This force had an incredible penetration, and that was a new time. It constantly brushed against all the foreign objects, wearing them out until they slowly declined. From complete to deformity. From their peak until they fall to decline. Thus the creation of a brand new history, a new form of Information Stream. The Information Stream continued to condense into golden symbols and then formed a new Mother Stream.
“What is the origin of Mother Stream then? Where did she originate from? What kind of pull forms such a scale?” Garen still could not see the whole picture. Even though he understood the concept of Mother Stream’s existence, he still could not find the fundamental origin of Mother Stream. Only by finding it would he be able to truly figure out the real reason behind Mother Stream’s exhaustion.
He continued looking patiently. As if responding to his inquiries, the pictures changed once again.
The picture changed from the pale green aura rushing upward. The river surface grew wider as its shade darkened, the flow rate of the gushing water increased as well.
The friction against the inland river was also increasing at the same time. The flow of time had reached an exceedingly terrifying extent, almost thousands of years have passed by. Perhaps another ten thousand years would pass by if he took a nap.
The pictures started to shake.
“I’m afraid I can only get here…” A low, loud voice rumbled from the picture. “My limit, my life, is not able to support itself any longer if I continue moving forward.”
The voice spoke in Endor. Clearly, this snippet of picture was not recorded down by a random transmigrator, but a certain supreme True Soul from Mother Stream.
Garen also knew that he had reached a crucial point, all his attention fixed on the image before him.
The picture swayed more and more but the recorder seemed to be unwilling. It hesitated for a bit before the picture started swaying even more violently than before.
It seemed to have thrown the recorded item to the front.
Garen could feel his head swim for a while, not knowing how far it flew.
With a puff, the picture paused for a moment, completely settling down on a huge bunch of giant dark green balls.
Around the balls were green wired tentacles that were densely grown together, and among the mass of dark green was a small black opening. The Black Hole was so conspicuous that the eye-catching greens around it were not even able to cover up its existence.
Darkness, indescribable darkness. Broad, grand, and vast.
As soon as Garen set eyes on the black hole, the Soul Rings in his mind suddenly started swaying, his Soul Energy was boiling like hot water.
He felt that the darkness was so gentle, so peaceful, and so inclusive as if it could accommodate and tolerate everything.
A sense of security that he never felt before poured into his heart.
It was as if he was back home. His physical body and mental mind were completely relaxed after a grueling exercise, he was sleeping on his bed after a shower and resting face up on his bed. The sort of unspeakable comfort almost made him let his guard down, and so his body moved toward the front involuntarily.
It seemed that a voice was calling out to him softly.
Come on… Come on… Darkness is the source of everything. Darkness embraces everything, derives everything, and it is the mother of all things, the mother of darkness. Before light, before the universe, before dimensional space, everything was in chaos… It was one of the beginnings…
Garen continued staring at the black hole blankly as surges of information flowed into his mind. From that moment onwards, the amount of information that entered his brain increased tenfold, then a hundredfold. His Energy Machine Imprint had completely collapsed as it was unable to deal with the immense information data. Blood started trickling down Garen’s nostrils but he did not notice anything at all.
Instead, he walked toward the glass slowly as if he was a complete, lost soul.
Bang.
He was blocked by the glass. Realizing he was blocked, Garen got angry instinctively. He started to punch the glass that was blocking his path.
The immense force echoed in the entire pavilion room.
The amount of information was getting more as it increased in size. Without noticing, four days had passed already. Within these four days, Garen never stopped his action of punching the glass. His nostrils were still bleeding and his face was getting paler by the day.
Perhaps nobody had ever been able to receive the Information Stream to this extent, but Garen did it.
This was the first Demon Lord Level powerhouse to enter and view this record whereas the previous highest rank was only just an Army-Level.
Garen persisted until the very last minute.
The black hole was constantly emitting an aura that was a combination of highly concentrated aura and Soul Energy. The combination of these formed a substance that was unknown toward Garen. When the substance reached a certain high point of concentration, it naturally produced a huge sense of security, as if everything was one. It was that sort of inclusive feeling.
Not only that, he had also found out something big. This substance seemed to be the main root of Mother Stream’s formation, separating into Aura Outer River and Golden Inland River. The river continued branching out as the different rates of water flow produced a different effect to the flow of time which would then affect the space universe that it flows through, hence generating a different rate of time flow.
Such a terrifyingly enormous river that could not possibly be surpassed connected an infinite universe of time and space and this cosmic time was divided into a different flow of time according to their different flow rates, forming various worlds.
Poof.
The picture disappeared suddenly.
Garen suddenly snapped awake from the recording and he found himself back in the pavilion.
He felt the region below is nose was moist and he reached out to touch it. Immediately, he could see his hands full of blood, most of them already dried into gores, all stuck below his nose and right above his jaw. He felt extremely uncomfortable.
“How long have I been standing?” He was a bit stunned and cast a glance toward the timer on the wall in the room. The clock-like timer displayed the count of fifteen days, twelve hours and six minutes.
“If we open it this way, Mother Stream seems to be a massive Information Stream formed by countless space information substance, but simply because of the innumerable information substance that was not likely to produce entities, the aura flowed from the black hole should be more important. That seems to be the real actual thing that gives Mother Stream substance.”
Garen’s brain was still very clear, though it was slightly aching as it had been a long time since he used his brain.
“Darkness embraces everything, it breeds everything, because it contains everything, it contains an infinite variety of substances. That is why we are able to find all sorts of entities that can match the Information Stream carried by Mother Stream. These entities are the substantial form of the massive Information Stream. They are the materialization of the universe galaxy’s history of development, the history of countless worlds. After they are all loaded, everything will come into place and form the stream.”
Garen calmed his nerves.
“From the looks of it, perhaps Mother Stream can be called the Long River of History, a substantialized version of the River of History, but it was higher than history itself. She did not just record about humans, but more of everything. But now, Mother Stream is almost depleting. If that’s real, that means… The recorded history is about to be destroyed.”
“Mother Stream’s water represented the records of the past. She does not represent the past, just the information records of past history, just like words on a slate. But it is such words that brought out a new meaning of its own, just like how recordings of books have affected time, space, and even life. This process is not normal at all,” Garen’s train of thoughts was clear by now.
“Then, the root of everything should be the Black Hole.” He recalled the mysterious Black Hole he saw in the images earlier on, that was what gave Mother Stream the ability to influence the entire universe.
Surprisingly, the pictures had completely disappeared right at this moment. But when Garen recalled the Black Hole, he suddenly felt that it was still constantly emitting an indescribable surge of aura right in his mind, right in his memory.
He was shocked.
Once the Black Hole was pictured in his mind, he could suddenly sense an inexplicable aura pouring out from the Black Hole into his mind.
Darkness and affability, embracing all things.
“This…!!!” Garen sucked in a deep breath. The aura emitting from the Black Hole in his memory had merged into his Soul Ring. It really did seem real as it slowly absorbed the Soul Energy constantly generated in the Soul Ring.
After he finished going through the Origin of Mother Stream, Garen had a deeper understanding of Mother Stream now.
Mother Stream’s water was not the root of life, but it was the huge amount of different information contained within it, those were the information of the evolutionary history of the natural universe. It allowed life to be closer to the natural universe and integrate with time to gain greater adaptability and many powerful forces.
The waters of Mother Stream were a condensation of numerous information. In other words, the aura condensed by Secret Technicians were actually a vast amount of information from their souls and also their own perceptions, combined with individual natural substances that carry information, finally forming the similar products.
With that, as long as there was a system of means that fit the rules of Mother Stream, even if it was no Secret Technique, other methods would still be able to produce such similar aura energy.
“Mother Stream is indeed huge and complex, but if I’m able to figure out the root of the Black Hole, perhaps I’ll be able to find out the truth behind the Depletion of Mother Stream.”
He was not reconciled at all. With his current soul, a Middle Demon Lord Class, perhaps an average creature would have a soul lifetime that could reach tens of thousands of years. Four Soul Rings represented forty thousand years of Soul Limit life. This was undoubtedly a great success for Garen, who was an evolved ordinary human. An average human’s soul, even a transmigrator, would collapse entirely after three or four times of reincarnation. Three or four times. If it was an average human who did not practice, the longest lifespan was approximately hundreds of years, and the soul would completely collapse after a total of three-four hundred years.
If it were the old men from Mech World who were fully cultivated, they would try to aim to extend their lives up to thousands of years, but Garen was far beyond that. As a transformed soul of Mother Stream System, his soul lifespan was no longer comparable to the general system.
After reincarnating into so many worlds, he was indeed bored of reincarnating already, having to live his reincarnated life repeatedly.
However, if it meant that he would lose his long life, he was not going to accept that as well.
The Depletion of Mother Stream meant all beings of Mother Stream System would lose their support and shelter. If the Mother Stream regulations were to collapse, the existence of Soul Energy of spirits would be fundamentally corrected by the cosmic force. The depletion was not just the cutoff of water, it was the extinction of the fundamental way of existence.
Just like a towering tree which had always been supporting the cave. Once the big tree withered, the cave would lose its support and there would be a huge mechanical gap. The cave would then naturally create a new structure and collapse to fill up the gap that was originally the tree. The force used would eventually crush the big tree entirely and re-establish a new mechanical balance of its own. A new, natural balance.
This was the case for Mother Stream.
In order to fill such a gigantic loophole that appeared all of a sudden, several universes would re-adjust their balance structure. Perhaps at the moment when the cave collapsed, all the small saplings and flowers under the big tree would instantly be crushed to death. All because the universe had adjusted its environment so that there was no more room or space for time to continue surviving.
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