from Xingyuan

Chapter 731 436. Torrent
Cold, heartless, unresonant, immortal.

I haven't always been like this.

For as long as I can remember, this abyss has been like a pot of witches' potion.

Boiling, chaotic, unreal stench rolling in a vacuum

At that time, there was neither heaven, earth nor living beings.

The shadow of the dragon wing has not yet come, the blade of the titan has not been sharp, and the strategy of the magic eye is still sprouting in the womb.

It is a world without joys and sorrows, without warmth and warmth in the world, neither empty nor complete.

There is no reason for my coming, I came to this world without choice.

No common sense, no recognition, no loss, no gain.

I can't remember what I was like at that time, and I don't care what all the witch's cauldrons around me mean.

I don't know beauty and ugliness, I don't know light and dark.

We do not even know whether what exists with us is a fellow man or not.

I don't have a name, I don't have everything, I don't have me.

Later generations just call me 'Quality Xiang', so let's call it that.

A few years later, when people think that we are superior, mysterious, and live as long as the sky, they think that we are higher than the gods.

And I know very well that after the false eternity, there is nothing left.

In my long years, the time that can be called "meaningful" is less than one in a trillion.

Like the majesty of dust, the solitary life cannot be distinguished from the turbid and clear.

until that day comes.

The sharp blade of the gods slashed across the starry sky, and six beings with porcelain muscles and jade bones were born from chaos.

From that moment on, the witch's cauldron was overturned.

The bottom of the pot was quickly emptied, and the universe became extremely dark. At that time, everything was dark.

"Xingyuan is at stake, whoever goes out if I don't!"

The six sharp blades are raised high, and the shining tip of the sword blooms out the world's first star.

The boiling potions cooled dry, and over a long period of time they turned into stars.

When they chose to survive for this new universe without hesitation, I don't understand their meaning.

'Why fight?Isn't it good to live in a daze? '

When I blinked my eyes, the heroes of the past have fallen into decay, and the war against foreign enemies has become a struggle for power.

'Why fight for power?Anyway, it will be taken away by others. '

When I thought about the answer for a while, the halls of the gods had fallen, and they turned into thousands of stars, continuing to shine in the galaxy.

'Why become a star?Can they stay quietly? '

The world is changing little by little, I don't know when, even I was changed by it.

'I am not separated from this starry sky and exist alone. '

When I realized this, I had already started my wanderings in the universe.

Tens of billions of years?I don't remember clearly, Star Abyss doesn't affect me, it takes me a long time to realize that 'I' is 'me'.

I watched the sun destroy due to aging. At first I didn't understand how its power was lost. I watched the sun and watched the stars die one after another. I felt a daze that belonged to me. Even a mortal child would feel that It was a boring experience.

I am curious about the universe.

After the witch's potion was overturned, the universe suddenly became distinct, and they had various titles. The Destroyer and the gods opened a new era.

It should be said that this is a very great move, just like the life that begins to sprout underwater, a lightning strike that brings flames.

Even I didn't realize until a long time ago that this was a meaningful turning point.

What is the meaning?
In my wandering years, 'meaning' didn't have 'meaning', civilizations had just started, they didn't even have a little self-awareness, even for me, it was difficult to recall what life and civilization did in the first place.

I think they may not even know what they are going to do.

Even if civilizations develop to a very high level, most of them cannot escape the fate of destruction.

'significance'?
I have believed for a long time that there is no 'meaning' and that life is just a cycle.

They are too small.

I spread out my figure, with all my beard and tail, and without doing anything, I can completely destroy the foundations of several generations of them.

They are too short.

I once stood by the sea, with sampans glowing by the sea, and the fisherman claimed to be hunting a white whale.

At that time, thinking about where to go next, there was a mortal being attracted by my appearance, and he was gorgeously dressed, reciting sonnets and singing love songs in my ear.

When I made up my mind and turned around to start a conversation, the world had already fallen into a frozen state.

His civilization seems to have been destroyed in a nuclear war.

For me, it was just a brief trance.

They are too short-sighted.

Once a warrior confidently claimed that he had established an eternal dynasty and that his worst enemy had been defeated.

I watched him die, the kingdom collapsed, the descendants scrambled for power, warlords fought in chaos, the people were devastated, and they rose up.

Then as the new regime came to power, a gentleman in a suit claimed that they had established the most free and enlightened country, and the old order disappeared.

I watched them degenerate from noble sages to rich plutocrats, hard-working people became lazy, and intellectuals became sycophants.

So everything started from scratch.

Again and again, one after another.

Whenever I feel that history is doomed, there will always be someone who doesn't know how to live or die.

"Are you kidding! History never changes?"

they shouted:

"If history has been standing still, then the sun will not set, and darkness will not come!"

Regardless of race, regardless of civilization.

I have told all kinds of people: history is just a cycle, no matter what you do, it just rolls like a wheel.

"Loop? Rolling is moving forward!"

They always scoffed at my vision.

"If history never changes, if all struggles are meaningless, then the sky should not be dark, and countless tragedies would not happen."

The book is full of enthusiasm, and he joins the army, and then becomes an insignificant ink mark in this grand narrative.

Since then, I suddenly realized that 'meaning' is 'meaningless'.

Their lives are too short to write epics.

——So they wrote books and passed on the torch.

They are too weak in their lifetime to change the course.

——So they teach by precept and example, and change the technology.

Their life is too hasty, too late to finish everything in the world.

——So they give full play to their talents and specialize this point to the extreme. Under the social division of labor, everyone can do their own role well.

In the meaningless cycle of nothingness, there are countless people who continue to follow, for an ideal or a goal that is more illusory than nothingness, a revolution, a war, and everything.

Are they stupid?Not necessarily, many people have extremely high academic achievements.

Are they weak?Not necessarily, many of them scolded Fang Qiu on the battlefield.

Are they short-sighted?Not necessarily, many of them have planned for a long time,

I asked them:

'Do you know that you are just a tiny speck of dust in the torrent of this era?You will not be remembered by history, even if it is history, it will gradually be distorted in the universe. '

In the feudal era, the uprising slave said in confusion:
"I don't know, but I want to live, to live as a free man."

In the classical era, the armored knight shook his head and said:

"Maybe so, but in honor and in faith, I must go forward."

In the industrial age, the citizens carrying steel guns laughed:
"We have nothing but this shackle, why should we care about forgetting?"

In the age of the universe, the soldiers in heavy space suits were full of confidence and said firmly:
"You don't need history to know me, and you don't need years to remember me. The mountains will remember me, and the sea will remember me. After me, everyone will be me."

Time rolls on and on, and the loop is never broken.

I don't know whether it is the small mortal beings who are standing still, or the eternal and immortal me.

The life of all things is too short, and the biggest regret is that we cannot write grand ideals.

I have lived too long to have their ideals.

After countless years, all kinds of civilizations have been crushed.

I've seen great empires fall, I've heard poor tribes cry out for freedom,
No matter what race, no matter what era, no matter what civilization.

From gods to mortals, from slaves to astronauts, from mortals to gods.

From the unrealistic fantasy of utopia to the practice of grand narrative.

In every era, there will be a group of such beings, who believe in tomorrow, in different things, and in the belief that the sun will dispel the darkness.

The long night will always be driven away by the light, and then the shadows will follow.

They never tire of it.

For short-lived mortals, their lives are too short to see the inevitability of history, and they fight against the night just to see hope.

To some extent, they are right.

(End of this chapter)