Su Junyu walked unhurriedly towards his home. Due to some past events, the cultivators of the Wanfa Sect belonging to his household were already prepared. He was not worried that anything would happen at home.
"It's actually like this... self-reference?" Amidst the chaos of the Wanfa Sect, Su Junyu walked quietly on the street, alone. The cries, frantic shouts, and chaotic noises surrounded him. Yet all of this seemed unrelated to him. He stood out from the world, the carefree air of his past laughter and anger now transformed into a realm of transcendence.
"Self-reference..." He looked up at the starry sky that had illuminated the human clan for eighty thousand years, marveling at the spark of wisdom that traversed tens of thousands of years.
"This statement is false" - true? Or false?
This question had been raised tens of thousands of years ago. No one could resolve the dispute of true and false.
