??64: Chapter 27 “Is this what it feels like to be kept…
64: Chapter 27 “Is this what it feels like to be kept…
Becoming subli…
Cen Dongsheng followed the woman’s gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window, where a colossal sun was slowly setting at the edge of the city, orange and dazzling, spreading its brilliant rays over the Human World.
He instinctively squinted his eyes.
What did this an?
“Ah, it’s a bit hard to understand, isn’t it?”
An Zhizhen rested her chin on her hand, her posture relaxed and her face smiling.
“It’s not the literal aning, but a category in aesthetics.
It makes people feel shocked, solemn, reverent, and worshipful…
This is the ‘subli.'”
“Still, it’s a bit abstract and hard to understand.”
“Let’s put it this way, Dongsheng, if I asked you, do you like humans or hate humans, and you had to choose one of the two, what would your first reaction be?”
Cen Dongsheng thought silently, unable to co to a conclusion.
In this world, there are those he liked, admired, and respected, and naturally, there also are those he hated, despised, and resented.
His emotions could only be directed at specific people, or at least groups and organizations with so similar characteristics—
But the word “humans” was just too vague, too vast, so vast that it beca aningless.
An Zhizhen waited for a while, not hearing his answer.
She didn’t mind, smiling as she continued:
“If soone asked , I could confidently answer, I like humans.”
“The people living in this world are like colorful flowers in a garden.
Although fragile, when they bloom, there’s always unique beauty and brilliance; their urge to grow towards the sun and survive moves people.”
“I thought you would hate humans after becoming a Curse Forbidden Master.”
Cen Dongsheng sighed.
“Sotis, I do kind of hate it, because the people I deal with often include arrogant, reckless bastards, or twisted lunatics, like those we’ve encountered recently, none of them are good.”
“Haha, Sister’s thoughts won’t be shaken by these people.”
An Zhizhen answered with a laugh.
“Besides, getting rid of pests and weeds is the only way to make flowers grow more lavishly.
A carefully tended, truly healthy-developing garden will give those beautiful flowers more room to thrive.”
“I see.” He nodded, “Is Zhi Zhen sister considering herself the gardener of this world?”
“No, I am the sun.”
Truly…
without hesitation.
“…”
An absurdly ridiculous answer.
But coming from Sister Zhi Zhen, for so reason, it didn’t seem surprising at all, and he couldn’t help but smile wryly.
“I’m sorry, Dongsheng, I always feel like I say weird things, please forgive
if I left you with a strange impression.”
An Zhizhen murmured softly.
“It’s hard for
to hide my thoughts in front of you.”
“…No, thanks to your explanation, Sister Zhi Zhen.” Cen Dongsheng sighed, “I think I kind of…
kind of understand you now.”
About the previous question, about the gentle Sister Zhi Zhen in his heart, about the rational cold ruler in his mory…
Various complex images began to rge into a fuzzy silhouette.
He seed to finally understand a bit.
An Zhizhen had never changed; it was himself who had changed.
“Eh, really?” An Zhizhen’s eyes lit up, “I really didn’t misjudge, Dongsheng is soone who can understand .”
“In any case, Sister Zhi Zhen was just talking about her ideal, right?”
Cen Dongsheng scratched his head and answered tentatively.
“Although it was vague, I already had a vague guess, it must be a grand and impressive dream.”
“Yes, so grand that if I said it out loud, people would think I’m out of my mind.”
No worries, those words themselves were already quite crazy, he thought.
Besides, Cen Dongsheng had long known that An Zhizhen was a person with a ntal problem—
She was very smart, very powerful, but this didn’t conflict with ‘being out of her mind.’
The Curse Forbidden Masters who reached the Ancestor Realm were all obsessed lunatics, their personalities different from ordinary people, and most frighteningly, they often possessed the terrifying power and amazing execution to realize their dreams.
In the eyes of an ordinary person like Cen Dongsheng, every “Ancestor” could be called mad.
Compared to that, the ideal of the Philosopher King, at least for those living in this world, wasn’t so hard to accept.
“So, Dongsheng, isn’t it your turn now?”
“Hmm?”
“Of course, your dream.” An Zhizhen pointed to herself and then to his chest, “Isn’t this our heart-to-heart mont?”
“…?”
At the beginning, all he wanted was to survive.
After being reborn, the first feeling Cen Dongsheng experienced wasn’t joy, but a weighty sense of urgency, as if so monstrous entity was chasing after him.
That was the worry about the future chaotic world.
He knew well his own diocrity, and without the life prohibition, he had to rely on his own hands to fight anew; he couldn’t do it with ease, so he placed his hopes on others.
Later, after spending ti with Sister Zhi Zhen and using foresight to reach realms previously unattainable, his thoughts changed sowhat.
He was no longer content with diocrity and wanted to fight to climb higher.
If he could make more changes, he might have a chance to catch a glimpse of the peak scenery…
Cen Dongsheng remained silent for a while, subconsciously acting the sa way as An Zhizhen: looking toward the sun at the edge of the city.
As if, in that overwhelming light, he glimpsed a bit of destiny.
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