Chapter 1387 First Piece [2]

Chapter 1387 First Piece [2]

It was useless to repeat the man's words. In the first place, there wasn't much rhyme or reason to what he was saying.

Damien could understand it because he was also comprehending Existence. The words themselves meant nothing, it was the essence behind them, the movement of energy and worlds they caused, that really mattered.

So as Damien listened to the man speak, he learned.

Existence was that type of concept.

It didn't have an end, but it had a clear beginning. It was a line that expanded infinitely in a single direction, and as a byproduct, other things were established around it.

There was no real method to control Existence. Everyone who had the ability to rule it would do so in their own unique way.

For this man, it was through words. Every word he spoke had divine effects, changing reality to fit his image.

But he also knew this method only worked for him.

To even find the method, one needed to first learn how to consciously manipulate Existence rather than just tapping into its power as Damien had been doing.

And after listening to the man speak for what felt like ages, Damien understood the crux of what he was saying.

That man was nameless. He didn't have any sort of record or Legend denoting his existence, and he went completely unknown in the cosmos.

However, he was also someone who managed to control the esoteric force of existence.

How he remained unknown was even more unknown than he was. It was impossible for a grand character with this kind of talent to be swept under the rug.

But other than the shame of not being able to bring respect to his predecessor's name, Damien didn't care much about his story.

That man was unrecorded because that was the path he chose. Since it was so, Damien focused on absorbing his teachings and finding a path for himself.

To control Existence.

The key was "understanding."

Damien had an understanding of the nature of existence, but that wasn't what he needed here. That was only the first step he took to gain acknowledgment from the concept.

If he truly wanted to control it as his own, he needed to understand the "will" of Existence.

It was such a vague task that Damien almost raged right then and there, but naturally, the man was providing him a method to understand, not just telling him to do so.

'No, it's not a complete method. It's just a portion of it.'

It couldn't be helped. Old monsters never made it easy for their descendants to gain their legacies. It was always a journey of self-discovery and intrigue that finally led to a conclusion not just in terms of power, but also in identity.

Just like the old Universal Core of Grand Heavens Boundary said, his steps were far lighter than they were meant to be.

Existence was "everything."

Because Nonexistence was also a concept, because of the ladder he climbed to reach Existence, Damien never really considered it properly, but that was the truth.

There was nothing he could think of that wouldn't fall under the umbrella of Existence.

The human brain had no way to fathom the truth of Nonexistence. Even the things considered "nothingness" by humanity were just representing the "absence" of other things.

Yet, even those concepts that filled the "absence" existed. Even they were part of Existence.

The Authority Damien currently had so much progress in was meant to control all of that.

All of Existence.

Anything and everything.

How did he never realize how grand the path he was walking was?

How did he never see how beautiful it was?

The mysterious man was still talking, but Damien could no longer hear him.

He no longer had an interest in his predecessors or successors.

He was living in this moment, no other thoughts in his mind.

He was feeling the weight of existence, and through that feeling, he suddenly felt in tune with the world.

His body became hazy.

His mind left the vessel it called home and drifted into the sea of wonder that was the fabric of reality.

There was so much to explore, and he had only stepped a single foot into the water.

No more.

No more would he remain naive.

No more would he underestimate this amazing power.

He dove in head-first and enjoyed the coldness of the depths against his skin.

The concept of harmony was his starting point.

The real starting point that would allow him to reach the end of this path