Capítulo 1450: Chapter 39: Pain and Wounds
In a daze, Chi Zijing saw the silhouette of a man.
He saw the towering man descend from beyond the Star River, arriving at the battlefield where people were fighting the giant dragon. The man possessed unparalleled strength in this world, fighting the giant dragon barehanded, and severing its head. People revered and gratefully called him King, a title he loathed and wished to refuse… yet after a mont of contemplation, he accepted it and beca the Emperor of this weak crowd…
Subsequently, under his guidance, the fledgling Empire was established, giving hope to people struggling to survive under the Dragon Disaster. The man beca the beacon of civilization, the “light” in the hearts of millions of weak individuals. He sat quietly on the Emperor’s throne, contemplating with wisdom far surpassing that of all the weak in this world, and with years longer than the confines of this small world, he could see the world centuries, millennia later, foresee the events bound to happen and the impending disasters…
He began to ponder how to provide “protection” for this world.
The plan was quickly completed; he buried the body of the Iron Dragon beneath the Imperial Capital, the head was interred within the moon, completing the Sealing of the Fan Ding Realm through the harmonization of heaven and earth. He knew the power of the Fan Ding Realm was the most advantageous for racial continuation, and he knew that the King would be willing to negotiate with later generations. It was the most basic protective chanism, followed by another safeguard for long-term continuity.
Using the unconscious will of humans as the root, he completed the secret law to protect Anning. Thus, the existence of the Real World beca stable, preventing people from accidentally causing their own demise. Yet, two thousand years ago, the world was too primitive, and the people here did not have ti to learn the “technology” to maintain this system… So the man split a part of himself, transforming into a heartless information entity stored in jade. This “fragnt” would serve as the central control of the secret law system, safeguarding the Empire for enduring peace and governance.
He could have done more asures and ans, but the lifespan of the Real World was incredibly short, so short that after completing two asures, he reached his end. The man knew the world could never have an eternal ruler, so he closed his eyes and let go, entrusting hope to future generations.
The man died.
His fragnt remained in the system, faithfully fulfilling its duties, concealing traces of supernatural phenona, modifying people’s mories, regulating the emotions of the populace. Day by day, year by year…
It quietly completed its work, without thought or touch, because it was the world’s finest and most precise “machine,” never making a mistake. A hundred years passed in the world, five hundred years, a thousand years… It beca intimately familiar with the joys, sorrows, and feelings of the people, so proficient that it could even predict how many tears a person would shed in sadness, or what tone they would use to vent, to cry. Thus, its work efficiency beca increasingly high.
It watched as the mad evil spellcaster tore humans apart, it helped the authorities cover up traces of the events.
It watched as people devastated by the Dragon Disaster cried and wailed, it adjusted the survivors’ mindset.
It watched as the transmigrators struggled painfully in the new era, it soothed those people’s anger.
It watched life and death, witnessed joy and sorrow, observed the people’s blood… people’s tears… people’s deaths…
It felt anger.
He felt anger.
Why were these lives so fragile, that even a small accident could lead to death.
Why were these lives so foolish, countless poor decisions resulted in human tragedies.
Insignificant, ugly, cowardly, vile, these creatures were generating countless negative emotions daily, emotions that always flowed through his heart. Yet many things did not need to develop this way, as long as there was one strong and powerful person stepping forward to lead them, these people would not make so many mistakes, they would not hurt, would not be hard…
He also would not hurt, would not be hard!
Ultimately why? Why did those who were capable not unify the world? Why couldn’t this world have an eternal and wise ruler? Saying they want to eliminate the influence of kings, but is this short-lived world truly “better” than the rule of a King? Living for less than a hundred years only to die, sickness, battle, and misfortune can easily take life away, how could this countless separations and deaths possibly be better than an eternal world, what is so good about hastening one to death?!
He did not understand, he grew increasingly sorrowful, he determined to beco this leader. He left the system that bound him, wanting to show his skills in this human world, eradicating sorrow. But he was rely a remnant shadow, a fragnt… outside of the secret law system, he couldn’t even be “recognized” by people. This ghost unable to interfere with the world could only sit atop the palace walls of the Divine Capital, watching tragedies happen again, howling despairingly at the sky.
Until one day over a dozen years ago, an actor in white ca to Divine Capital City.
He was recognized by people, he finally had his own “existence,” had his own na… he was the chief system of the secret law, he was a fragnt of Emperor Central Spirit, he was soone who hated this world, hated this life…
He wanted to use his pain and his hatred to transform this garbage-like world, so that the cycle of sorrow could achieve liberation!
“How dare you fight , puppet? Damn it, how dare you fight !!”
With the final punch thrown, Chi Zijing completely collapsed on the ground. Two thousand years of pain and hurt was one of the heaviest and strongest emotions in this world. When an unparalleled strong individual fights from the heart for all beings, what reason do you have to stop him? What reason do you have to claim you are “stronger” than him?
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