Capítulo 1597: Chapter 339: Rejecting diocrity (2/4)
“An Jing, when you decided to throw that punch, the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony was destined to fail because your very existence is like the Sun, dazzling and captivating… Even if they can’t abandon liberation, can’t dare to be themselves, or dare to refuse, upon seeing soone like you, they subconsciously believe they can too. At least there’s hope, at least there’s the guiding light, at least, they subconsciously want to beco you, just as Xuan Mingyu chose to help you at the last mont.”
“He could have waited for you and the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony to determine the final victor, and then decide whether to fight or flee… But he didn’t do that. Although he knew well that you would kill him, he still helped you because Xuan Mingyu also loathes becoming himself and thus chooses to beco everyone’s trouble. But if there was a choice, An Jing.”
“He hopes to beco you.”
“This desire, this inclination to be close instinctively, would naturally tear apart the foundation of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony. Because, in reality, even the humblest people, when given a choice, do not rely desire liberation. They wish to revive their children, revive their loved ones, kill those who persecute them, overthrow the evil regi, shatter, destroy, and incinerate the entire dark world.”
“Just like soone like you.”
“I am not the sa as the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony.” An Jing walked with eyes cast down, his voice deep: “I don’t need their followings, my own Will is enough.”
“Yes, An Jing, you are different.”
The reflection in the river acknowledged with a smile this almost self-praising statent: “From the beginning to the end, you never believed there’s anything for free, to you, Reincarnation is just a resting place, and you will always set off again.”
“So, if you exist, even just walking can beco a flag.”
“An Jing, when you threw your fist, it was like swinging a sword; the direction of your punch is the direction of the Path, the sword slashing through the darkness embodies all confusion, hesitation, and wandering.”
“The path you walked will beco the [Path], the goal you [believe in], the Faith you [firmly believe in], will eventually beco its annotation.”
“After you take a step, countless, infinite, boundless people will tread your path. Even if they can’t do what you do, at tis being confused, repeating, betraying, and returning, but because of your existence, the existence of the road, eventually soone will beco the you after you, and then you will have companions, infinite beyond infinite.”
“But.”
An Jingxuan said: “You retracted your hand.”
“That’s why things turned out this way.”
An Jing did not refute.
And An Jingxuan calmly continued the narrative: “You didn’t fully throw out that punch, so you only shattered the Mystic Tide of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony but still got wrapped by its Mystic Tide, resulting in the forces stalemating. You had to retreat here, to the deepest part of your heart, to accept , which is to accept your interrogation of yourself.”
“Now, An Jing, tell , tell yourself, why did you retract, why give up that punch to shatter the dream of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony, step over Its corpse, and beco the new generation of Ex Nihilo’s reason.”
Silence.
Long silence in the pitch-black, infinite Wilderness, where there is no road, no question, nor answer, where walking itself is the aning, and also the void, this is [bewildernt], but bewildernt still exists, and existence will always say sothing, even if only to oneself.
So, after the silence, An Jing finally spoke to himself, to the past reflection in the river.
“If they step forward admiring .”
An Jing raised his head, looking to the boundless Wilderness, and said softly: “Then they truly are on the wrong path, truly should not move forward, but only tread on the spot, or even fall deeper into a hazier maze.”
“If courage is not self-stirred inside them, to once again turn the gears of dreams, to autonomously walk towards the dangerous road, their following is no different from following the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony. In fact, because my path seems more courageous than liberation, it might lead more people to mistakenly believe they truly have courage, thereby giving up the path to surpass themselves.”
“I do not wish to accept such blind following.”
“…For those who worship by forms and seek by sounds, they walk the Evil Path and cannot see the True Person.”
Upon hearing this, the reflection in the Water Mirror seed to regret, sighing as though wistfully: “An Jing, An Jing, what a silent yet burning love.”
“You wish them to transform pain into Power, you wish them to turn desire into action, you wish their Will to beco their guide, choosing to beco themselves, the ‘True Person’.”
“But there are those who can’t do it, the World is like a Sea of Suffering, with a river of tears of tribulation, and there are many who rely sigh at the Great River, those daring to build a raft, swim over, build a bridge, or rely detour are few, most rely wait, wait for soone to lead them across the Sea of Suffering and the Tears River.”
“But waiting is not wrong.”
Thus said, the reflection spoke faintly: “An Jing, your harshness only applies to yourself, you do not scold ordinary folks by your standards, you allow them to wait while you walk your own Path.”
“But even you, occasionally looking back at the world, would have a kind of trouble in your heart.”
“Why can’t these ordinary people beco ?”
“Why can’t these ordinary people beco soone like , saving themselves? Indeed, they lack an opportunity, a hand of help, just like Subdue Evil had for … so, perhaps I should grant them so Power? So wisdom and insight like mine?”
“A kind of ‘mory’?”
Saying this, the reflection laughed aloud: “How similar.”
“A kind of trouble, identical to the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony.”
“This is why you cannot wholeheartedly bring down that punch of Destruction on the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony.”
“Because, you need to first shatter the inner demons of your own heart, before you can annihilate the Demons of trouble.”
“I do not consider them ordinary!”
An Jing suddenly raised his voice, stepping heavily, causing ripples in the river of past tranquility, he uttered through almost gritted teeth: “I never consider them ordinary! They are all humans! All are, just like , no different!”
“Why must you consider them ordinary? Why do I occasionally find them ordinary? In what way are they different from ? Is it a lack of wisdom? But why, when the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony offers them wisdom, do they rely follow? Is it a lack of insight? Yet Xuan Mingyu had such insight but still took the wrong path!”
“I don’t understand! From the Hanging Fate Manor, I don’t understand! Why am I the only one resisting! Why after I resisted, only Ye Qi, Qinghan, and Cang achieved their own awakening? I don’t understand, in the Tianyuan Realm, so many talented young people, why only Huo Qing and Nian Quan made tangible changes?”
“I detest this term, I refuse to accept such inevitability!”
Saying this, An Jing clenched his eyes shut, brows furrowed, and uttered statents nearly identical to the core philosophies of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony and Xuan Mingyu: “In any case, never assu yourself ordinary, assuming yourself ordinary is assuming oneself a re beast, an ant, a rat! Even if you graze now, you should still long to eat at, be it a fantasy or a dream, I hope they have the courage to take that first step, to believe they are unique, just that the timing isn’t right, just that they haven’t begun acting now!”
“Now, I understand the Power of ‘mory’, it’s a reason, an excuse, an encouragent—if everyone had a mory, a guide, then perhaps everyone could have confidence and Will, to achieve themselves?”
“You indeed don’t understand because you are too strong, so you don’t comprehend, this is your magical obstacle.”
The reflection in the river shook its head, sighed: “As for why most don’t change, only those you encounter change…”
The reflection almost chillingly said: “Because the ti for most is yet to awaken.”
“Because they t you.”
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