My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 1054 - 1056: Failure And Sucess Are One

Those words halted Damon's thoughts. His gaze fixed on the elder for a significant moment before he deliberately folded his arms across his chest, his stance stiffening as his reflections clicked into place.

"In ages past, during the First Epoch, the Sky Continent was known as the Heaven Nearest to the Abyss," he stated, recalling wisdom gleaned during Mugu's studies in Lysithara. "I never comprehended the reason until this very moment."

Realization descended upon him like a somber shroud. The fragmented pieces aligned with unsettling precision.

"The Sky Continent served as a means to suppress the Abyss. This is precisely why the continent remains suspended in the air. It has been borne aloft by an Abyss for all this time."

The true reason for the Sky Continent's levitation remained an enigma to all. It was simply accepted as a natural marvel of the world. The sole certainty was that any attempt to venture beneath it resulted in either death or complete disappearance.

Damon's eyes gleamed with newfound intensity.

"The Abyss originated from the demise of Lazarak. His passing planted the initial seed of the Unknown God, which subsequently gave rise to the Abyss. It was through this means that the Unknown God circumvented the Goddess's protective barrier."

He found the implications of this revelation deeply disturbing. His jaw tightened minutely before he redirected his attention towards the Blind Old Daoist.

"Do you ascertain the ultimate objective of the Unknown God?"

The Blind Old Daoist narrowed his unseeing eyes and responded with measured calm.

"The pillars hold immense significance to the deities. He who secures all the pillars shall be granted the divine prerogative to reign, in accordance with the stipulations of the No Absolute Accord."

The old man emitted a soft snort, as if the answer were self-evident.

"The Unknown God's ambition must be dominion. To become the sole deity dictating existence. Consequently, he endeavors to prevent any interference from the other gods within his established order."

Damon's expression remained impassive, yet his silence caused the elder to furrow his brow.

"It appears you possess knowledge that eludes me. Might I inquire as to its nature?"

His courteous inquiry only heightened Damon's wariness, though he felt no compunction in divulging his understanding.

"The ultimate cessation," Damon declared plainly. "The Unknown God desires the complete and final annihilation of all existence. Nothing will remain. Even the very concept of nothingness shall be expunged, along with the notion of erasure itself. I cannot fathom the appearance of uncreation. That is his definitive aim."

The Blind Old Daoist first emitted a chuckle, which then escalated into outright laughter.

"Ah, do not speak such folly, Junior. No sentient being would desire such an outcome. Even the god of the Abyss possesses so much to forfeit and nothing to gain. Why would a god of nothingness seek to..."

His voice faltered, unfinished. His countenance shifted dramatically as comprehension dawned, and a subtle tremor coursed through his emaciated frame.

"He is the god of the end."

The words resonated as if a long-buried memory were resurfacing from a place he wished had remained perpetually forgotten.

"Unknown was Genesis Alpha, the creator, and Nemesis Omega, the end."

A deity embodying the conclusion desiring the cessation of all things was not inherently peculiar; it was terrifyingly logical.

"We must thwart him. I shall inform the true gods. He cannot be permitted to acquire even a single pillar."

As he spoke, his sightless eyes seemed to ignite. The recollection of gazing into the Abyss vividly replayed in his mind. This was likely one of the truths that had compelled him to blink and lose his vision.

Damon's eyes narrowed, his tone adopting a mocking edge.

"And what course of action do you propose? Confined within this place? A snare cunningly devised by Lazarak ensnared you. I highly doubt you possess the capacity to confront the Unknown."

The Blind Old Daoist drew a prolonged, measured breath.

"That is indeed the case. I acknowledge my infinitesimal stature. Even with my status restored, I am but a minuscule insect. Nevertheless, my intention was never to engage him directly. I intended to relay the information to the true gods and the true demon kings. They would undoubtedly act, even if I am incapable."

Lilith cast a glance at Damon, then back at the ancient figure.

"What benefit would that yield? They are powerless to end him. Death is a concept confined to mortals, and the true gods are immortal. He is relentless and possesses infinite patience."

"He shall falter," the Blind Old Daoist stated softly, interrupting her.

"The demon god is undeniably potent. He appears to be several steps ahead, consistently emerging victorious. Yet, when it truly matters, he invariably fails. This is not due to errors in his judgment. It simply occurs."

He uttered this final observation in a hushed whisper.

"It is not because an external force hinders him. It could be something as insignificant as a single pebble, but something invariably impedes his progress. Even so, he assimilates the concept of failure as an integral component of his outcomes. Failure itself becomes woven into his grand design. Entwined with success. Consequently, his failures are also categorized as triumphs."

These words sent an involuntary shiver down Damon's spine. The initial portion of the statement offered a glimmer of hope. The latter half, however, was profoundly disquieting.

"If failure and success are indistinguishable to him, does that not imply that if he fails, he still achieves success?" Lilith inquired pensively.

"Precisely," the Blind Old Daoist affirmed. "And this is why I apprehend that the end of all things may be imminent."

He turned his unseeing gaze toward Damon, a somber smile gracing his lips.

"There are no more possibilities. There are no more futures. We will have no more memories. Despair as the end marches ever closer to us."

Damon shook his head slowly.

"No. I will not despair. I despaired my whole life. I know the end is coming. Is that not what life is? Knowing it will not last forever. Still, we struggle in our small lives knowing tomorrow the sun will shine again."

"Did you not hear what I said? The Unknown God is going to have his way," the old man said quietly.

Damon smiled faintly.

"I heard you. Then let me live my way. For starters, I want someone to kick his ass. Any recommendations on who to call?"

The Blind Old Daoist slowly turned his head toward the glowing Lake of Tears.

"You do not mean..."