The one-handed old soldier in the village spent money to marry her, and she died from childbirth. This is not a story, there is no twist, this is just the ending.
An Jing saw this, saw so much.
He saw, a veteran soldier ended the war but could not find the road ho. That village had long been ravaged by war, even the ruins disappeared, and he searched aimlessly in the desolate woods, unable to find even a single bone.
He saw, a child choked to death because he ate a bit more due to a good harvest at ho, his mother cried herself into unconsciousness, his father fell into madness. Everything seed to get better, yet soone always encountered misfortune.
He saw, soone was discriminated against and insulted from childhood because of their appearance, not liked even by family, repeatedly beaten and scolded, considered a disgrace for being a deford existence, even chained in a woodshed, sharing food with dogs. Soon after such treatnt, there was a second child in the family, and this ugly child escaped his shackles one night, sneaking into the ho he had never fully lived in, strangled the sister he had never t, then jumped into the well.
He also saw, an orphan caused by a Martial Artist war, grew up eating from various hos, struggled to grow, earned a Fate Pattern, got called to the Martial Arts Academy, discriminated against by family peers, overlooked by instructors, but he persevered, though his clothes were worn-out, he kept them clean and patched, hoping one day to achieve success and pay back his hotown.
Yet during one field training, he died. Not due to family peers’ plotting, nor instructor’s neglect, just pure accident—the Demon Beast set as the target happened to have a recent breakthrough, and coincidentally the direction it chose to break out was exactly his direction.
The hotown couldn’t comprehend, why him? He never enjoyed a mont of prosperity from birth, grew up fighting in the alleys still turned out a good kid, had a Fate Pattern, was set to beco a Martial Artist, to turn his fate around, his peers and instructors though looked down on him didn’t specifically target him. Such a good kid, why because of an accident, just like that...
Die like dust?
——How could this be?
——How can the world be like this?
——Imperial Heaven, have you closed your eyes?
Confusion with no answers, problems can’t be solved.
All this has nothing to do with Martial Artists, nothing to do with Heavenly Demons, nothing to do with this World, those grand wars, those Harmonization disputes, those ’great trials and great worlds’.
But, is it really unrelated?
An Jing walked among countless Soul Spirits’ cries.
So mories do not involve life and death, just being forced by family and friends to do things unwilling and incapable of doing; so have nothing to do with emotions, just the suffocating restlessness caused by severe poverty; so have nothing to do with resources, simply the daughter’s unwillingness to return ho, the early death of the spouse’s loneliness.
So have gambling debts leading to a broken family, so lose spouse and children leaving them alone, so know where their enemy is but can’t report due to the opponent’s strength, so are plagued by illness wanting to settle early, to spare living hell.
The Sun sets, the Moon rises.
The wind and rain fall, frost and snow descend.
So people died, so were born.
Wild grass grew lush and withered, sea tides rose and receded.
Days pass just like that, repeating day after day, year after year.
They spoke, they stayed silent, they once laughed, they also wept.
They are the backdrop of stories, they are the echo of the Human World.
They are dust, they are the foundation.
Yet their voices seem ignored.
Until a Divine Court Martial Artist, full of puzzled heart, attempted to understand, to listen.
Then, he made a grand wish.
[I want to create a realm, where ordinary people without Fate Patterns can also obtain power comparable to Martial Artists]
[I want to establish order, unify the entire World, eliminate all conflicts, stabilize every place, regulate weather, let people live happily]
[I want to create an Underworld, where death is not rely an end, even encountering an accident still have a second chance, by then I will shelter]
[I will protect, beco the shelter of everything, I want to eliminate all calamities, I will ensure everyone can move towards a better future]
[I will be, the support over everyone’s head...]
[New Heaven!]
He succeeded, yet He also did not succeed.
At this mont, within endless mories, An Jing raised his head, looking forward.
The weariness beneath the trivial, the sighs drowned in tears, there, in infinite cries of despair, An Jing saw, countless dark thoughts turned into roots, buried deeply in the dark Human World, then grew into a tree nad void and abandonnt, devoid of color, covering sky and sun, a pale tree.
Yet on this tree, absorbing countless silent grief and bewildernt, sohow bore a large, vibrant, heavy, ready to fall fruit.
This fruit’s color is blue-purple, inside is Xuan black, burning with Fierce Fla, reflecting infinite shadows.
Its na is[Liberation].
A child had a quarrel with parents, parents beat, punished, berated the child for being so unfilial, why not go die, the child shouted, if die then die, but how could parents believe such words?
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