From star abyss

Chapter 731 436. Torrent

Cold, heartless, lacking resonance, and immortal.

I wasn't always like this all the time.

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

Boiling, chaotic, unreal stench rolling in the vacuum

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

The shadow of the Dragon Wing has not yet arrived, the Titan's blade is not yet sharp, and the evil eye's scheme is still budding in the womb.

It was 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 understanding, nothing lost, nothing gained.

I can't remember what I looked like at that time, and I don't care what the witch's cauldron surrounding me means.

I don’t know beauty or ugliness, I don’t know the difference between light and dark.

We can’t even tell whether the things that exist with us are our fellow humans.

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

Later generations will just call me ‘Zhi Xiang’, so let’s call it that.

A few years later, when people thought that we were superior, mysterious and had the same life span as heaven, they thought that we were beings higher than gods.

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

In my long years, the time that can be called "meaningful" has only accounted for less than one billionth of a billion.

If the dust is so majestic, even a solitary creature cannot differentiate between the turbid and the pure.

Until that day comes.

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

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

The bottom of the pot was quickly poured out, and the universe became extremely dark. Everything was dark at that time.

"Xingyuan is in danger. If I don't go to war, who will?"

The six sharp blades were raised high, and the world's first star bloomed from the shining sword tip.

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

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

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

When I blinked, the heroes of the past had fallen into decay, and the war against foreign enemies became a power struggle.

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

When I thought about the answer for a while, the temple of the gods had fallen, and they turned into thousands of stars and continued to shine in the Milky Way.

‘Why become a star? Can they stay quietly? ’

The world is changing little by little. I don’t know when, but even I started to be changed by it.

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

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

Tens of billions of years? I don’t remember clearly, Xingyuan will not affect me, it will take me a long time to realize that ‘I’ is ‘me’.

I watched the sun being destroyed due to aging. At first I didn't understand how it lost its power. I stared at the sun, watching the stars destroy one by one, and I felt a daze that belonged to me. Even a mortal child would feel that It was a boring experience.

I am very curious about the universe.

After the witch's potion was overturned, the universe suddenly became distinct. They had various names. The Destroyer and the Gods opened a new era.

It should be said that this is a great move, just like the life that begins to sprout underwater, bringing a lightning strike of fire.

Even I didn’t realize until much later that this was a meaningful turning point.

But what’s the meaning?

In the era when I was wandering, "meaning" did not yet have "meaning", civilization had just begun, and they did not even have a little self-awareness. Even I have a hard time recalling what life and civilization did in the first place.

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

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

'significance'?

I have believed for a long time that 'meaning' does not exist and that life is just a cycle.

They are too small.

I spread out my body, with all my beard and tail, and without doing anything, I can destroy all the foundations of their generations.

They are too short-lived.

I once stood on the beach with sampans floating on the beach and a fisherman claiming to be hunting a beluga whale.

While I was thinking about where to go next, a mortal being was attracted by my appearance, richly dressed, reciting sonnets and singing love songs in my ears.

When I made up my mind and turned around to talk, the world had already fallen into a state of ice.

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

For me, it was just a brief trance.

They are too short-sighted.

There was once a warrior who confidently claimed that he had established an eternal dynasty and that his worst enemy had been defeated.

I watched after his death, the kingdom collapsed, his descendants fought for power, warlords fought, the people were devastated, and they revolted.

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

I watched them degenerate from noble sages to wealthy plutocrats one by one, hard-working people became lazy, and intellectuals became sycophantic jesters.

So everything starts from scratch.

Again and again, one after another.

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

"Are you kidding! History never changes?"

They shouted:

"If history had stayed in place, the sun would never set and darkness would never come!"

Regardless of race, regardless of civilization.

I have told various people: History is just a cycle. No matter what you do, it will just roll around like a wheel.

"Loop? Rolling means moving forward!"

They always sneered at my vision.

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

Shu was full of passion and joined the army, and then became an insignificant trace in this grand narrative.

From that moment on, I suddenly realized that ‘meaning’ is ‘meaningless’.

Their lives are too short to write epic poems.

——So they wrote books and biographies to pass on the fire.

They are too weak in life to change the course.

——So they taught by words and deeds and updated the technology.

Their life is too hasty and they have no time to finish everything in the world.

——So they give full play to their talents and specialize to the extreme. Under the social division of labor, everyone plays their role well.

In the meaningless cycle of nothingness, there are countless people who come one after another, giving everything they have for an ideal or a goal that is more ethereal than nothingness, a revolution or a war.

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

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

Are they short-sighted? Not necessarily, many of them have been planning 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, and even history will gradually become distorted in the universe. ’

In the feudal era, the rebellious slaves said in confusion:

"I don't know, but I want to live, to live as a free man."

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

"Maybe so, but for the sake of honor and belief, I must move forward."

In the industrial age, citizens carrying steel guns laughed:

"Besides these shackles, we have nothing, why should we care about forgetting?"

In the space age, the soldiers wearing thick space suits were full of confidence and said firmly:

"There is no need for history to know me, no need for time to remember me. The mountains will remember me, the sea will remember me. After me, everyone will be me."

Time rolls forward and the cycle never breaks.

I don't know whether it is the insignificant mortal things that are stagnant or the eternal me.

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

My life has been too long, but I have never had their ideals.

After countless years, various civilizations have passed through.

I have seen great empires crumble and come to an end, I have heard the tragic cries of freedom from poor tribes,

No matter what race, no matter what era, no matter what civilization.

From gods to mortals, from slaves to astronauts, from mortals to those who ascend to the gods.

From unrealistic utopian fantasies to the practice of grand narratives.

There will be a group of such beings in every era. They believe in tomorrow, believe in different things, and believe that the sun will dispel the darkness.

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

But 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.