"Incredible..."
Leaving aside the endless mysteries of the outside world, Zhang Fan deeply contemplated the "true and false" before him.
Like gazing into a mirror, Zhang Fan observed the "true and false" of this world, finding no difference from the [True and False] he had always controlled.
"No distinction between strength and weakness, height and depth, nor sequence of before and after."
"If it is true and false, then it is true and false."
As if seeing an unparalleled treasure, Zhang Fan's divine sense was instantly lost in thought, and it was a long time before he came to his senses.
At the same time, countless doubts and curiosities surged in his heart.
"If there is no distinction between the two true and false..."
Zhang Fan's heart stirred, and he reached out, attempting to capture this newly born true and false.
But the unexpected happened.
Though he could see true and false, the newly born true and false were as ephemeral as a mirage, beyond his grasp.
