Chapter no.69 The Law of Nothingness part 1

[ POV Change ]

[ Astral Void Realm ]

In the white never ending void , a human figure sat in a lotus position as unique and powerful runes that showed Lin Lingtian's comprehension of the Essence of Law spun around Lin Lingtian's head as it his head had an orbit of it's own .

Lin Lingtian took a deep breath as his consciousness began to enter into a law as a wave of light tried to entered into Lin Lingtian's body but something was wrong . A different wave of light suppressed the wave that was about to enter into Lin Lingtian .

This Law gave of a feeling of absoluteness as if it had no equal , this was exactly the feeling of realization that we are just insignificant bugs living on a dust particle in the ever vast ocean and we amount to nothing .

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[ Trial of Essence of σ̶̗̒̅̉̆̒͂̀͆͒̉͝ύ̶̧̟̙̞͙̖͎̯͖̗̹͕̺͐͜μ̴̜̘̬̟̙͇̦͙̤̮͍̲̮̬͊͒͂π̸̻͛̀̉̄̒̒̂̃̔̾̔̍̓̚α̴̟̦͔̝̾̆͆͠ν̷̨̢̛̛͚͖̘̤͚͖͎̰̩͖̳̐̏̔̅̊̇ͅ ]

Finding himself in a vast desert , as far as he could see , Lin Lingtian only found dunes of sand , sand and sand .

Lin Lingtian chuckled while looking at the dunes of sand ," I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. "

Feeling the wave of heat , Lin Lingtian squinted his eyes as he tried to find any kind of well anything anywhere near him .

Turning from left to right , north to south , east to west , Lin Lingtian found only dunes of coarse , rough sand that gets everywhere .

Suddenly a black dot in the distance caught Lin Lingtian's attention .

Lin Lingtian carefully began to walk towards this black dot as his guard was up throughout his small journey .

Walking near the broken building , Lin Lingtian couldn't help but frown .

The building infront of him was weird to say the least .

It looked like a cross between a school , a church and an orphanage .

The walls had mould and cracks going along them .

The sounds of water dripping down the sink could be heard the dark , dirty , abandoned and broken down institution .

Lin Lingtian looked around the outer side of the building as he collected any pipes , scrap metal , actually strong planks of wood and any other garbage that he could fashion into a weapon .

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Lin Lingtian walked through the damp and dark hallways of the institution , in his hands was a torch made of dry plank of wood that was providing Light to him .

Lin Lingtian narrowed his eyes when he looked at the ominous writing on the walls .

NOTHING IS WORTH THE RISK

Each single wall was decorated by these worlds painted in a rainbow colours.

Lin Lingtian couldn't decide if it more or less creepy that these messages were written in rainbow colours .

Taking out a sharp piece of metal , Lin Lingtian tried to see if the ominous messages on the wall were anything more then colours.

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Turning his head from the residue on the floor to the scrapped walls of the institution , it seems that the writings on the walls were nothing more then normal paint but to Lin Lingtian's gut there was something more to it .

Lin Lingtian placed a lot of scrapped paints on the floor and placed his torch near it .

Low and behold , the scrapped paint caught on fire.

Lin Lingtian smiled and looked around himself as he tried to find a room resembling a bathroom.

He know had a very clear idea for a weapon that would help him through this trial .

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Walking to the very back of the room , Lin Lingtian found himself standing before a broken down room that made Lin Lingtian's skin shudder As he felt the power of absoluteness inside .

Taking a deep breath , he knew that he had to enter and face off against whatever thing that was inside .

( ~ Creak ~ )

Lin Lingtian entered into the room , only to find a broken down room that looked semi-church like with the rows of seats aligning one after the other .

But the very back of the room which in a church would normally depicts arts of biblical figures was missing , only to be replaced by a desert . An ever expanding nothing .

Lin Lingtian's eyes darted towards the fourth row and his eyes couldn't help but widen .

A figure that was gazing over the desert , muttering something to itself in a distorted and contorted voice .

Ẅ̶̞̱̣̙͚́͌̀̄͜͝h̶̜̩͇͉̦̱̖̉͌̒̅̅̓̏́a̴̡̢͙̠̗͍̤̘̞̣͉̅̊͗̕͠t̶̢̉̃̀̐̽̔̽͂̅̽'̴̢͚̺͓̦̖͍͚̟̘͌̌͗̈͗̾̈́̊̚s̴̪̦̳̦͔̰͉̃̓͗̑͒̋͊͘ ̵̻͚̥̭͚̟̆̉̊̓̈́ͅṱ̴̛̞͇̮̦̱̭͎̩́̏̓̅͐͂̕͝h̶̦̭̠̞͑̇̎̈́e̸̬̼̖̩̲̘͕̳̱͖̫̟̿̈͂̓̇ ̸͚̾͗̍̽p̵̧̨̢̙̯͈̞̹̤̀̍͠ͅo̸̞͇̻̯̖̦̗͊͌i̷̟̹̬̤̻̒̄͒̊ñ̵͍͕̱̆̕t̸̢̤̣̻̉ ̷̳̰̄̔͆͐̅̆͝o̶̗̠̫̖̳̙̥̟̪̖̼̞͑̆͋f̷̩̯̼̭̩̝̃͊̂͘ ̷̯͇̗̜̺͊̓̒́́͌̉͠͝ľ̷̡̳͍̮͕͙̭̳͇̮̼̉̓̿̄̉̐̆̎́͗̀į̶̦̝̓̽̀͆̈́̌̐͜ṿ̵̧̛̝̝͉̥̠̮̣̋̅͊͆͘i̸̧̛̛̠̖̟̼̲͉͎͛͑̈͋͗̌͆͋̌͜ņ̴̨̮̼̘͈͚̃̀̈̾͂g̸̯͖͙̳͒̋̈͆ ̴̱̭͖̘̣̮͇͈̜͔͆̌͆̏̑̑̎́͌͋͒̓?̵̤̣̙̺̲̤̪̼̟̓͜ͅ

̵̡̭̬̥̠̳̦̯̟͠ͅͅͅB̴͓̹̞̦̝̅͜ͅe̸̬̬̣͈̪̦̺͋̈́͆́̀c̶̦̠͛̏́͛̑̓̏͘̚a̵̛̛͙̅̿̏̄̾̿̑̚̕͝ù̵͎͍͔̯͖̬̦̓̉̋̃ͅs̶̻̼̤͎͉̘̳͖͇͋̅̑è̵̞̖̫̥̞̾̎̂ ̶̧̗͍̈́̐͗̅̕͝w̴̜̦͔̌͐̀e̷̡̢̡̱͓̗̮̟̟̟̤͑̃̌̇ ̸̳͚̞̳̟̯̔̀͌̀̃̃͛̚͝m̵͓̤̘̺̣͂̆̎̎̐í̵̧̻̱̻͚̱̂̃͌̒̋̈́̓̂͠g̴̭͔̱̝̀̀̌̏͐̆̈́͋̓͘ḩ̵̝̜̭͖̖͍͖̺̆͐̅͝t̴̺̲̦̪̞̼̙͇̊̆͜ ̶̤͍͉͚̠͇̯͎̫̑͗̅̔̂͌̊͝͝ą̶̦̝͙͚̟̺̫͍̼͛̐̌͜s̵͖͔̣̹̟̠̥͌̐̎̉͜ ̷͈͉̲͎̹͍͇͎̦̳͛͛w̷̢͚̗̖̝̘̼̘̯̋̑̍͒̾ȩ̵͎̤̠͔̯̥̰̍̃̍̔͂͐̇ͅḽ̴̨̛͉̞̘̪͈̯̜͇͓͕̂̇͌͗͘͠l̸̢̲̱̳̝̪̘̩͊̉̉͋͗̕ ̷̰͙̞͉̭̻̻̯̙͛ͅṡ̴̲͔͇̞̤̬͊ǐ̵̩̓̇͑̋̇͠n̵̛̘̖͇̱̦̰̭̤̦͙̲̊͋̈́̓͌̍̉͋c̶̘̥͎̆̊̉̀̐̾̋͒́̑͘ė̴̳̺̹̉ ̶̥̞̘̯̦̬̤͕̘̭̌̎́͝ẇ̸̛͎͖̮̉́̀̂̏̃͘̚ẽ̵͈͎̿̏͗̾͑̊͐͘͝͠͝ ̶̨̧̘̫͍̹̻̪̝̉͊͗̀̓̅͜͝w̸̦̞͔̑̄͆͊̑̉̄̆̚̕e̶̔̾͊͛͘͜͝ŕ̵͙̙̘͎͚̾̔̏͐̔̅̚͝͝ȩ̸̞͈͓̞͈̹͕͚̥̞̋̄͊̑̇̉̓̎̏̓͜͠͠ ̷̟̺̓͌̎̏̔̾͜b̷̡̢̻̰̜̰̹̲͉̬̏̚ö̵̢͙̞̗̜̙̩̺̞̲͈̘́̑̌̃͠r̵̛̺͈̟̜̫̬͎̩͑̄̇͌͌̏͘ņ̶͈͉̼̳̙̰͍̅̈̚ ̴̼̖̞̃̓̓̌͝?̸̢̪͖̰͎̯̍͜

̴̢̻̦̣̈́͝ͅT̶̪͓̞͖͕̝͙͙̫̃̽̐̍̓̕͝ͅo̵̡̺̜̺͓̯̬͉̯̿̄̈́͌ͅ ̵̨̗͈̗̦̺̪̱̱̞̣̝͐͐̓͑͗̍̌̈́̓̔̚b̸͉̫͎͔̪̀̓͛̄̓̈ȩ̸̡̠͕̻̣̦̗͕̏̇̍̏̅̈́̚ ̸̯̐̿͊͌̋̒͐͐̾̃͂H̵̛̛͍̤͇͕͍͋̀̑̇̅̉̐̏͜͠͝ͅâ̶̻̠͉̹̻̇͝p̸̣̼̱̻̮̹̿̎̔̀̄̐͒͌ṕ̴̡̧̜̩̞̗͓͎̎̐̈́̿ȳ̷͇͓͖̦̫̭͈̕ ̵̧̖̫̹̬̽̋̑̈́͒̏̉̿́͐?̸̡̰̟͔̠̺̗̲̪̰̬̿̉̾̆͆̈́͗͗̈́̓͝͠

̷̢̛͎̥̝͍͙͎͎̉͛̈M̶̪͂͊̉e̶̳̳̹̩̦̜̔́̂̔͆̈́̐̕̕͜͠͠͠r̴͍͉̜͖̝̲̈́̈́̀̅͒͒̔̍͝͝ẻ̸̞̒̈́̊̔̎l̸̻̗̽̌̌̒̅̀̂̅͠͠y̵̰̱̻̙̳̜͔̬̦̽͊̒̐͐̅̆͐̓̈́̉͒ͅ ̷̲̂B̴̹̭̬̮̝͈̥́͛͝ȩ̷̨̹̟͙̟̠̪͕͖̏̅̓̆̍̏͜͝ͅc̶͎͎̥̮͉͍̻̰͖̔̉̀̐̔̒̎̐͒̈̇͝a̵̡̫͉̻̯͓̲̖͉͖͛́͗̊͐͂̕͝u̴̡̧͖̦͙̘̝̪͕̖͇̇̉͗̓̕ṣ̴̡̨͙͌̎̋̑̍̐̍̋̾̚͝e̸̞̰̓̽̽͋̈̒̓̍͆̍̓ ̴̟̞͝ͅw̶̫͉̟̱̠̫͉̩͔̼̽̎̇̃̔̚e̷̬̝͉̪̪̻̱͛͆́͠ ̶̲̜̹͍̰̘̑̀͌͒͆̔̈͠d̸̳̼̈͗̅͊̀͒ö̶̬͉̯́ͅn̴̡͎͖̯̪̜͖̺̟̺̬̹̅̾̑̍͊̉̚'̴̬͓̼̣̏͐̒͝t̷̲́̉̋́̒͒̿̀́̊́̕ ̸̧̫͉̮̫̱̲̹̃̾͒̉͊͋̀͆͛w̷̪͓̜̄̍̄̓͌̌͛͗͘͘͝ä̵͍̝͓̑́͘͘͠͝ņ̴̢̞̹̰̙̫͙̑͌́̒͛͊͋ͅt̷͈̯̹̳̫̬̾͐͜ ̸̢͎̝̘͚̫̗̗̰͂͑͆́̾͒̓̇͜͠t̶̟͔̤̃́̽͑̚ǫ̵̦̯̳͉̺̹͈̩̟͐̋͛̅̾͒̚̕͝ͅ ̶̠̻͈̗͍̺̋̐̆̏̾̕͝ͅḑ̷̯̭̲̞͚̊̑̍͋ỉ̶̢̖͇̞̫̳̦̲͕̜͂̓̚e̷̠͓͇̩̝̩̳̘͇̱̽̃͋̉̈̽́ ̷̟͎̫̤̮̪͓̬̣̹͆͊̍̅̃̏̇͛̿͗̚͠ͅ?̷͔̜͔̤̖̲̾

̶̟͖̟̮̗͑́̃̃́͘͠F̴̹̗̼̙̈́͐ớ̴̞̗͕̖̥̦̮̺̍̊̊͌̆̔͜͠ȓ̴̡̢̧̛̮͔̲̯̥̬͍̥̱̀̄̅̏̇̕ ̸̨̡̦͓̗̫̘͙͚͓̓̌̎͌̃̍͂͒͜͝͝p̶̛̟̗͕̥̦̈̀̒̈̄ͅǫ̵̬̻̟̠͖̃͛ͅͅs̸̨̛͇̣͓͉̀̏̾̈́̇t̸̢̧͈͍͕̳͙̫̰͖̻̋̀͒̏̋͒̎͌͗͐͠ȩ̶̲͚̭͓̥̳̯͓͓͖̣͋̒̃̇͝r̸̛̝̬̹͆̈́͂̋̓̌̓͋̽i̵͎̲̣͇̇͆́͋̏̊͘͝ẗ̷̡̢̧̞̙͙͉̼͓̠́̑̄̈́y̷̢̧̡̬̟̳̜̘̜͍̻̱͒̓̄̈́̈̐̍̉ ̴̫̤̲̪̹̩͇̺̯̺̬͐̈́̒̐̃̆͘?̸̡̞͍͕͕̆̀̇̌̈́̏̿̂͋̉̿ͅͅ

̶̙̜̙͙̃̅̋̐̈́͂̌̚͝T̸͎͉͕̳̱̮̯̗̜́̽̋̌̚͝͝ͅͅo̴̡̢̩̟̣̦̭͉̺͠ ̴̟̬̜̭͉̲̼̠̱͋͝a̷̯̱̥͈̲̬̙̞̍c̴̘̣̠̄͂̽̃͗̆̈́̇̂̀͝͝ͅh̵̡̥̩͈̤̻͖̦̍̇͒̆͛̽͆͐̇̚ͅi̷̢͚̞̩̯͗̐̆͗͐̅̓̃̈́̿̕͠ͅē̷̢̧͉͎͈͇̫̓̉̄͑̕v̴̝̱̐̋ě̷͉̲̳͔̀͊̾̾̑͆̕ ̸̨̩̱͖̲͙̖̤̜̥̝̐̏̓͐͒g̵̢̛̞̮̬̦͎̬̟̮̐͐̉͂͋̚͜ò̴͇̗͒͆̎̓â̷̡̢̧͓͔͖̪̒̀͂l̶̛͙͙̳̭̱̞̜̒͊̉̀̓̊̐͌̀̕͘s̶̢͇͖̬͚̰̜̬͕̉̽̊͑̈́̅̐̿̎͘͝ ̸̺͚͔͇͕̦̪̞̤̺͕́̓̾̇͂́̇̂̚͝w̶̥̲̞̖̋͐̀̑̆͝è̶͔̦͉̀̓̀͂͋͆̓̎̕'̸̢̟͐̉̿̀̅̐̄̑͘v̷̢̢̛̗̼̖̭͖͈̺̘̜̙͊̓̄̉͂̎̓̊̑̒͘ę̵̼̟̿͑͜ ̶̨̟̜̜͖͌̋̋̆͑̚͘͝s̵̻͙̉̈́̀̈́͒̈͂̀͛͝e̷͎͂̿̓̾̅͛̀̅͠ṫ̴̬͚̳͉͎̱̣̆ ̵̬͚̝͙̺̬̦͉̳̰̞̹̉̋̍͠?̸̺̻̲̳͖̣̩̩̯̲̆̀̃́̿̅͋͆̆̒̚ͅ

̸̻̻̊̅͝O̴̞̠̺͕̣͑̀̈̀̄̑̿̂̊́r̴̛̖̉͗̈͆͆ ̶̧̧̞͚̺͖̬̹̹̺͘͜ị̵͚͕̣̪̯̣̩͚̥͑s̵̡̬͊͌͜͝ ̵̜̓͗̐͠m̶̧̃̑̏͐͌͗e̶̢̙̟̓̽̒̋̋̿ą̶͍̱̪̅͛͆͜ͅn̶̝͂̅ȉ̸̛̭̎́n̷̡͉̫̳̺̠͎̩̭͐̈́̎͗̀̽͂g̶̖̫̯͈̟̀̅̑͐͑̊̚͝͝ ̸̛̠̫͓͇̲̹̪̰͎̀͐͆̃̓̽͊̽̂͜͝j̴̡̳̫̩͙̎͋ͅü̵̡̫̹̣̜̖̱̮̈́̑͛́̾̚ͅͅs̸̮̮̠͓̋̽̇̈́t̴̡͍̙̜͚͂̈́͜ ̸̨̗̘̟̟̜̙̦̻̘͎̄̈́͋̄̕͠ͅa̷̢̯̥̘̝͈̐ ̶̨͉͑́c̶̬̰̙̖̯̱̠̤͈̥͙̱͒͝ö̷̡̯̱͓́͊́̈͒̉͜͜͝ṇ̶̨̿̂̏c̴͙͉͚̙̱̝̮̈́͒̒́͑ê̴͎͉̖͓͔̬͇̻̜͊̂̇̚͠p̶͉̤̙͓̜̭̥̲̬͙̝̝̓́̅̉͑͐͋̊͊̐̅͝t̷̡͖͔̥̬͙̺̫͉͑̅̇͌̃͠ ̴͈͛̓̅͝c̷͉̦̟̿͂̓͆͊͂̐̈́̍̈́͋ŗ̴̮̥̟̖͕̣̤̟͋͜è̸̡̨͇̲͓̹̦̼̫͕̠̾͐̎̇͊͘ä̶̤̲͕̜́t̷͕̱͇̖̤̝̥͚̀é̵̡̧̢̩̩̹̗͓̣̬̙̞̽͑̓̚d̷̬͔̪̣̰̬͕͚͒͗́̂͘ ̴̧̧͖̠͍̜̗̝̼̰͇͐̂ḇ̸̢͎͓̝̺̒̇̽͒̀̎͠͝͠ÿ̶͙̜̤́̐͝ ̶̨͖̣̣̠͉̩̺̙͈͛̎̃̀̈́̋̽͝h̸̙̙̘̉̍̃̽̾͗̚ų̴̼͓̼̠͍͇̠̒̿̔͐͆̑͜͜͝͝m̶̞̦̫̮̍̈́̂̏̋͐͘̚ā̶̛̳̌́͂̉̚n̶̢̛̄̏̿̿̂̇́̓͊͠s̶̟̘̯̀͂̏̋̽̚̚̚.̵͍̪̜̣̻̓͝.̴͎͙̽͋̽̅̂̀̀̂̀̾.̸̻̜̖̌̔̂̄̾̈́̒̂̔̋͘.̸̱̦͔͛̒̆̎͒̏

̵͖̈͝W̵̢̨͉͙̮͖͖̣̝̲̦͐͂̊̂͘ḧ̶̛͙̯͒͒͑i̸̡̩̦͙̪̪̲̜͌̓͒ḷ̷̡̤̝̝̫̻͒̉̿̆̓̋̀̏͑̅̚͝ḗ̸̮̠̻͇̂̓͋̒͐͋̕͘ͅ ̸̢̣͕̖͖͗̋̆̽͋̄̽́͘ṯ̸̃͋͗̀͆̉͘̚ḩ̶͔̳̱̑̋e̸̡̩̬͙̹̞̩̦̣͍̞͓̽̃̾̑́͗͝͝ ̷̧̡̫̹̞̣̱͖̯͂̊̆̀͑̑̃̕͘t̷̛͔̥̥͔̺̰̘̰̜̣̫̥͋́̈́̓̕͠͠r̴͔͖̮̖͔͎͓̮̭̈̾͆̈́͊̐̐̑̕͜ȗ̸̱̘̍̌̏̌̒͌t̷͕͕̥̐̆̓̈̚h̷̲̣͚̯̣̺̺̪̺̫̻̔ͅ ̸̫̮̦̇̒̐͆̃̒͑̄̔́̐̉ŏ̷̒͛͜͠f̸̨̻͖͚̜̲̞̝̅̽͘ ̶̬͗ṭ̵̩̗͔̠̫̪̿̂̆̇̂͐̑̀̔͛͐̎h̷̺̭̭̤̥̲̅̇͋̌̐̀͝͠͠͝ë̸̢̨͖̫̠͍̫̖̼̜̦̄̊̈́̽͆͘͠ ̶̗̙̓̂m̴̯͈̤͙̻͕͎̉͐͒̈́̊̐̿͑͐͛̈â̶̢̢̨͓̦̟̖͙̦̰̔͒t̸̥̫͚̻͈̪͈͔̘̀̂͐̍͋͘̕̕͘ṱ̶̞̙̭̎e̶̯͍̫̣̩̗͗r̵̨̧̼̦̻̺̫̜̖̟̰̙̐͝ ̴̨͙͙̦̠̼̐͂͑̎̿̕i̵̡̧͖̥͎̘̥̭͗̆̈́̎͠s̸̞̯̲̒̒̒̕ ̶̧̲̩̼̟̫̍͊́̋̋̈́̈́̉̚͠ṯ̴̤̥̺̭̥̙͓͙͙͉̖̑h̶̢̗̜̣̩̘̠̤̙̟͖͉̔̀̈́͆̀̏̈́̕a̵̯͚͌͑̏̀̀̾̐̚t̷͍̮̰̙̻͑͗̊̈ ̴̟̤̂̈́͊̏̋͒͆͗͐̆͘͝E̶̫̾̓̋́̃̓̂͒̆̿͘͝v̷̨̛̺̅̐̋͊̓̽́͠e̵̢̡̩̣̤̜̬͓͖̒͗͑̿͛͜r̵̦̩̥̝͔̊͌̿͌̅̏ͅy̴̻͍̳̝̤̭͚̱̟͎͑͜ţ̸̮̞̟̦̖̣̣̘̼̠̳̓̓̾̓̀̃͋̈́̚͘͝͝h̶̨̨̛̬̱͍͚̰̱̉͛͜͜í̸͎̱̩̲͔͙̗̺̟̒̾̉̃̊̂͘n̵̨͎̩͇̬͖̬̯̱̋̊̃̈̿͋̽̈́̐͝͠g̵̜̥̦͌̆͑̔͑͘ ̴̡̱͔̩̬̣̀͗̃͝i̷̘̺̮̓̍̍͊̚͜͝s̵͉̣̫̣͓̟̖̋̑̿̂͌̊͠ ̷̰͋͌̋͘ḿ̴̡̲͓̬̺̥͖̪͇͖͖̽̓͂͛͛̃̐̈̚͝ͅȅ̸̩̯̯͙̱̖͒́̏̉̉̎͝ą̶̧̳̫̳̮̠̬͇̼́̑̓́͆̄͜͜͠n̴̡̧̛̺̦̭͔̲͉̹̼̭̬̏͊̄́̍̽̀̍́͗ĩ̷̦̳̭͛̅͂̑̈́̋̔̀̚ñ̵̤̍͗͒͛̋̉̅͆̚͝͝g̵̢̯̼͖͉͕̲̦̝̅̈̋̀̚l̵̛̗̏͒̑͑̾̓̉͘̚e̶̡̛̗̺̠͓̼̠̓̀͗̀͘ş̷̼͚̭͔̖̤͈̬̋͆s̸͍̜͚͚̤͇̞̒́̾̈́̌ͅ ̷̡̛͖̑̆̾̓̊̽͝?̸͖̞̜̘͖̲̳̇̃̊̎ͅ

̶̖̜̬̠͐͒̈́T̴̨̞̻̼̱͓͉̰̻̙̱̈͑͐̎́̽ͅh̷̺̜̭̖͙͈̩̪͈̯̦̆̽͋̇̄̕͜͝ǐ̴͈̥́̎̎͑͊͊ş̷̖͈͎͎͎̜̻̙̱̳́̉̋̉̎͆̿̔͂͝ ̷̱̩̘̟̭̲̭͈̪͈͇̏͌͝ͅį̷̡̡̨͍̯͔͉͇̇͑̍̆̑̓̎͌͜s̵̨̞͖̣͉̽̂̕̚̕̕ ̵͕̳̺̬̝̭͒͆̈́ṫ̷̟̤̣̰͎͎̩̋͋̄̓̑h̶͓̳̺͑͜e̶͍͆̏́̓ ̸̖͈̗̰̀̉ö̷͇͎̝̫̰͖̝́͌̾̿̎͗͜͝n̵̨͎̪̹͍̝̪̺̏͌̿́͠e̶̤̟̤̠̗̮̱̠̪̭͋̍̃̄͜͝͠ ̷̲͉̚ā̴͕̮̳̘͕̩̯̦̈́̄͆͝n̸̲̯̟͗̑ḍ̷̛͉̞̰̗̬͊́̿͌̒͊̓̍͘͝ ̷̡̡̞̝͕͍͙̤̦̺̥̋̓́͐͝ͅo̶̘̥͕͓͎̖͈̿̌͒̎͂͐n̴̛͓̭͎̓́̅̽͑̇̎͂͝l̸̢̧̟̮̟̻̯̥̹̪̪̉̎y̸̨͖̲͈̿͂̄̓̽̈̅̓̏̚̕ͅ ̴̫̺͇͓̲̘̲͇͉̀̉́͊͑̍̋̑̚ͅr̶̨̭͇͓͕̗̙͍͉̀̑̀͘ṳ̶̝̩̘͈̞̠̗͈͌̈́́̀̀l̶̛̥͚̬͇͔̅̄̇̇̄́̃̚e̷̠̺̰̮̪͌͂͒͋̓͐͐͂͝͠ ̸̦̗̦̞̟̦̥̭̰̌̍͂̽̈́̊̃̍̌̓͘t̵̡̝̠̤̠̣̻̓̋̃̂̕̕h̶̡̧̜̬̯̘̙̭̪̒͑̒͘͝â̸͖̫̙̰͙̚͜͜͠ẗ̸̹ͅ ̶̧̙̻̩̽͒́̂͆̓̇͜g̷̨̦̝̝̋̈́̎̓͌̎͘͠o̵̮̙̩͖̭̗̳͓̿̔͆͌̊̆v̸̧̪͇̘̥͈̏̓̇̆͘͜͝͝ę̷̡̫̝͙̥̪̰͔̩̗̓̏͠r̸̡̛̲̩̻̳͕̫͓̥͙̱̈̒̉̽̍̽͂̚͘͜͝ṋ̵̜̳̠̱͇̭͓͋͛́̋̽̆͛͊̓̚s̵̲̜̒̾̌ ̴̝̗̞̦͔̜͊́̒͊̄̆̔̇͘t̵̹̫̟̯̙̑̑́̓͗̀̾̅̓̌̕͝ḧ̸̢͎̯̯͕͕͍́͋͌̐̋́́̽͝͝ḙ̴͖̳̹̣̗̱̆̉̈͝ͅ ̴̢̢̢̡͚͕͙̯͓̥͝ͅw̴̨̙̪̰̫̤̠͉̖̟͙͊͂͌͜͠o̶̢̱̳͙̭͙͖̤͛͑̋̿̂̐r̵̡͉̣̿l̵͓̫̳̲̤͖̖̦͍͇͚̜̏d̶̢̢̜͓̥̹̤̬̔͛̔̿̓͠ ̴̧̬̄͐́͊̓.̵̳̪͑̇͊̽

̴͕͊̏̐͆͋̏͝ͅL̴̨̛͙̼̣̠͍͓̙̫̻̞͑͋̋̓̊̎̓̽͐̓͆i̵͎͒͑̏̈́͂̒̄̌̓̓̄͝f̴͉̙͎͙̤̟̿͆͋̕e̸̢̗̼͍͖͙̲̲̳̒͆̌̈̽̒̔͌̿

̸̛̬̬͍̟̳̲̘̫͇͔̈́̂̉̓̏̌̕F̶͖͍̹̠̻̪̔̊̂͐̀̚͜͝ą̶̧̗̙̝̭̎̓̐͆͠m̵̧̛̜̠͚̳͎̹̳̖̄̏̎́̓͛̅̀͘ͅį̷̨̧̠̰̘͙̩̈̅͘͜ļ̸͇̩̠͇̘̪͈̩͒́̓́͒̍͛̀̈́y̵̧̖̖͓̪͗͋̄͗̎̀͐̎̆͠͠

̵̡̞͍̣̬̙͒̑̔S̸͕͖̾͋̅ȯ̸͎͇̼̱̟͇̯͚͉̘̟͑͛̓̀̍̕̕̚c̴̢͍̠̮̟͍̬͆͆̃̌͋̑̈́͛̂̂͆͘ḭ̸̡̨̛̻̬̠̖̌̓͛̐͂̑̐̚̕é̷̡̯̘͕̣̗̈́̎̐͗̇̈́̀̎̋̄̕t̵̛̛̛̮̯̬̮̤̙͇̟̹̓̓͋̽͆̋ý̸̝̂̀͠

̵̠̻̮͇̳̦̹͗̾͋ͅͅͅH̵̛͇͚͔̬̤̟̹̐̅́̈́͋̚ͅú̴̮͎̗͎̮̠̳̘͚̞͍ͅm̴̺̗͎̥͚̝̟̲̃̅̍́̄͘a̶̡̨̖̼̟̟̩̤͇͔̤͂̕͠n̵̛̞̰̥͉͙̈̓͌̀͂̌͒̒̚i̴̛̟͇̔̅̀̓̄̊̓̇͘ẗ̵̛͇̮̤̹̪́̀͐͝ͅy̶͕͈̗̹̘̬̼͙̪͊͑̓̀ͅ

̵̧̢̧̼͉͕̱̭͖͊͊̈́̍̾͝͠a̷̯͒͂͂ṋ̴̱̮̟̜͓̥͖̈̓́̀͂́͜d̶̼̟͗̔̎̒̚ ̴̨̳͕͉͈̼̘͕̲͋̂̿͂̍̈́̂̀͜ȩ̴̳̩̼̱̤̙̘͈̯̭̹̃̔͐͛̀͝v̸̠̼̳̖͙̩̑e̴͙̓̌̕̚ń̴̗͎͈͖͖̱̔̀͌̇̐͑͘͝ ̶̝͍̲́̋͒̔͂̊̅̒̀t̸̲͎͙̣̳͔̼̬̮̑͠h̶̠͓̬̠͎̟̦̩͙́́͒́̒̈̓̒̕͜e̶̛̠̿̈́͐͐̚ ̷̬̗̓̈́Ừ̶̢͉̀͆̃̈́ǹ̸̢͎͔̤̯̮͔̰̂̀̅̄̿̏̿ͅi̴̤̹̙̼̱̟̿̍̂̚͘͝v̴̧̪̫̮̝͍̣̺͈̞́̏̿́͆̈́̆̀̆͒ȩ̴̦̻̖̣͎̖̥̠̬̂ͅŕ̵̙̞̞̮̙̞͇͖̯̈́̽͑̈́̆̏̿͒͊̕s̵̛̝̮̘̝̑̔̑̌̒̓̋̀́͘͜e̶̘̱̫̋̍́͊̉́̈̅͘̕ ̷̨̣̯̀͝,̶̛̮̪̹͙͇͒̔̒̋͋͂́̊̿̚͘ ̸̨̅́̒̈́̓̑̌w̵̧͙̜̜̏͑͛̌͒͛̽͊̔͂i̷̘͖̮̯͇͖̞̳̺̝͛̌̄̾̀̅͘̚ͅļ̷̡͎̺̦͓̙͑̃̐͊͋̀̀̑̑̀͊̊l̴̛̦̗̮̉͊͗͐̊͂̇̀͌͝͝ ̸̼͖̪͕̹͉̝̘̤͔̄̎̋̿̈́̚d̷̹̣̲̈́i̷̻̻͓̮̘̖͕͕̤͆̈́̈̊ş̵̫̜͊̾͘ẩ̷̛̹̼̗̱̖̲͈̫͉̪͜p̶̛̭͓̤̹̗̰͙̝̓p̷͈̜̳̞̪̜͓̱͈͔̲͚̅̉̌̇̿͑́̐͝͝͠e̵̝̤͔͚͍͕̙̖͚͇͎̅ͅą̶̰̪̞͖͖͇͕̃͆͊̒̓̃̎̚͘͜ṙ̵̛͎̝̾̌̃̄̒͊̓̐͠ ̷͉̼̮͖̟̭̊͘͜i̷̛̼̦͂̃̈͆̅̍͘n̷͙̜̙͔̠̫̭̼͕̂͑͐̎t̷̢̫̲̞̪͇͙͙̀͛͘̕ö̶̹̳̭̙̭̳

̷̡͇̼̥͊͂̽͂̊͛̓͜ͅn̸̲͓̰̭̜̔͛͆̈́͘o̷̡̫̪͍͇͑̄̌̿̏͒t̸̨̡̫͕̲̻̻̽h̴̨̟̹͔̯̲̣̜͇̤͂į̴̨̞̯͈̫̟̻̉͂̆̅̊͌̌̈́͝n̵̨̖̪̥̹̖̻͚͎̊͆͂͘g̵̼͖̜͗̓̂̑͐͆̽͘ ̷̦̭͉̟̞͇̤̤̻͙̈́̆̕͝.̵͈̈̊̈́

( A.N : Text reads : What's the point of living ?

Because we might as well since we were born ?

To be Happy ?

Merely Because we don't want to die ?

For posterity ?

To achieve goals we've set ?

Or is meaning just a concept created by humans....

While the truth of the matter is that Everything is meaningless ?

This is the one and only rule that governs the world .

Life

Family

Society

Humanity

and even the Universe , will disappear into nothing )

The figure seemed to ignore Lin Lingtian's existence as if he was an ant beneath it's feet .

Seeming the back of the figure , Lin Lingtian's mind couldn't help but scream at him about the danger that being exuded .

Even if he was at full strength with all his powers even then he would find the possibility of defeating whatever this entity was , an impossibility .

Sigh to himself , it seemed that this dangerous entity didn't find him worthy of it's attention , to Lin Lingtian this was fine , he now could hatch some kind of scheme to defeat this thing .

( ~ Creak ~ )

Hearing the close of the door , the entity turned around as he began to play with a two orbs .

Each of these orbs represented the essence of Law , the Law of Earth and Law of Primal Chaos .

Snapping it's 'hands' the entity teleported the essence of the Law of Earth and Primal Chaos .

Looking in the direction of Lin Lingtian , the entity smiled and said :

I̶̡̊̏̃͑͒'̶̧̩̘͙̩̖͓̲̞̹̈̒̆l̴̨̦̪̤̣͇̝͑̍͛̿͛͑̓̏̍́̃͝l̷̛̰̞̟̖̼͉͌̀͑͆́̏̔̕͜ ̵̜̰̤͇̝̹̎b̶̧̮̩̻̣͍̈̿̑͐̂͆̆̾͝ȩ̵̝̞̩͖̎̇̆̌̈ ̵̨̭̟̩̈́̌͌̌̽̀̈̓̂̑ͅw̴͍̙̲̋̽̿̀̿͌̓̈͐̂̏͠a̴̡̲̙̙̰͎̱̱̲̺̾̀́͝ḯ̸̜̱̘͋̐̎̏̿̇̾̋̐̋̔̄͘͠ͅt̵̢̛̤͙̓̌̐̃̄̿̎́͂̌̀̚̕͠i̷̙͖̺̰̽̏̋̑̀͑̿͛̕͜ņ̶̡̻͉̲̠̊̈́̄͂̑̑̈́̚̕ǧ̴̰̻̠̦̐̂͂̓̽̃̎̃̕̕̕

( A.N : Text reads " I'll be waiting " )

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