readytorunbook Chapter 701 - 614: Creator (8)
Chapter 701 - 614: Creator (8)
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The souls surged forward excitedly like sharks smelling blood, intent on tearing the girl in the air to shreds.
"Pressure!" Bai Youyou shouted with all her might.
The shadow assassin’s movements became sluggish, and before the curved blade pierced his chest, Tang Xin flicked her wrist, flipping the sword in her hand. She split the darkness with a silver blade and plunged it deep into his throat.
Having dealt with the shadow assassin, Tang Xin also became weakened, with her Spiritual Power and Life Value depleted. Various negative gains made it difficult for her to lift her sword, forcing her to watch helplessly as more monsters broke free of the shackles of pressure and surged forward.
Bai Youyou’s physical strength had long been exhausted in the prolonged battle, and her previous actions were merely her ultimate outburst.
Her figure swayed, about to fall below.
Just when it seemed the two girls would be submerged by the Nether River, suddenly, a blinding light burst forth from the souls!
The world underwent drastic changes, as if time itself had been paused at this moment. The souls charging at the girls were halted, Gernika stopped in the middle of waving his spear and shouting, and the three trying to break the Demon Slayer’s restraints also stopped, while the Nether River in the sky continued to roar, indicating that time was still moving.
A figure slowly ascended into the night sky, resembling a rising star or a high tower on a plain. The woman held a blue gemstone high in her palm, a gem that burned and broke free from countless claws, emitting the only light in this dark world.
Bright but not dazzling.
It was like the first clear spring of the world, its flow awakening people’s minds, bringing vitality to the world by blending into its life without disturbing the peaceful slumber of living beings.
Everything below gazed up at her, the fervor in their turbid pupils subsided, revealing a trace of confusion and reverence.
The souls no longer advanced, the Nether River ceased its surge, the horns and war drums of termination fell silent, and the iron hooves that trampled the world halted.
Bai Youyou slowly widened her eyes; the woman’s face became familiar yet unfamiliar to her eyes. Bai Wei’an still kept her eyes closed, and within the facets of the blue gemstone, the woman’s face was reflected as she gazed across the world, radiating a light of compassion, harmony, and wisdom.
Like a...
Creator grieving for civilization.
...
God said, let there be light.
On a mountain, there is a temple where, at dawn, the monks ring the bell and draw back the iron curtain, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the world.
As night descends, the monks ring the bell again and draw the iron curtain back down, letting the moonlight shimmer upon all things and allowing living beings to find tranquility.
People say the moon has always been there, yet God declared, let there be light.
Thus, the day becomes too dazzling.
Lost travelers who ascend the mountain come to the temple; some are lost in money and desire, some in dilemmas and ideals, some in the directionless path ahead.
Whenever these travelers come to the temple and express their confusion, the elderly monks patiently unravel their mysteries.
Those who are lost in money and desire will return to a peaceful life, those lost in dilemmas and ideals will regain the courage to overcome adversity, and those lost in their future will remain here, becoming monks, until clarity comes, and they descend the mountain to leave.
One day, a woman arrived at the temple, and the monks welcomed the weary woman and inquired about her confusion.
The woman asked:
"If an infant were stricken with an incurable disease, how could one possibly save its life?"
A monk who had recently entered the temple couldn’t answer the woman’s dilemma.
"Why do you have such a question?" asked a slightly older monk.
"Someone once asked me to deduce the only path for their civilization."
"And their civilization is akin to such an infant, no matter how I calculate, I can’t find a cure for the incurable disease; therefore, I must continue calculating, searching for all possibilities."
"However, as I calculated, this infant’s incurable disease continued to worsen."
"I can see that its outer skin remains intact, smooth and full like milk, but inside it’s already decayed."
"I am bewildered, I am lost, if I can’t calculate a way before their civilization perishes, what should I do then?"
"Why not let nature take its course? The infant is suffering from illness, perhaps demise is a form of relief?" the slightly older monk said with concern.
The woman pondered for a moment and then said earnestly:
"I love them."
"It was the infant who created me. I love the people of that civilization, prideful of their individual accomplishments upon the snowy mountains, yet saddened by their days consumed by darkness."
"I wish to discover their sole path, individual and collective they must not be generalized; among them are those who dedicate their youth and life for the civilization’s only path. Even if only a few remain, I will not abandon them."
The slightly older monk could no longer respond, and the temple’s most wise and senior monk stepped forth, nodding thoughtfully, seemingly regretting, yet also contemplating.
"If you wish to save this civilization, you must be like the most skillful artisan, dismantling this engine that is civilization and repairing its countless parts, all of which require eternal time."
"How long is that eternal time?" the woman queried doubtfully.
The most wise and senior monk nodded thoughtfully, drumming the sound of inquiry to the heavens, after a long while, his eyes opened slightly, shining with an enlightened aura.
"There’s a Diamond Mountain, climbing over it takes an hour, climbing back also takes an hour."
"Once every hundred years, a small bird flies over to sharpen its beak on the diamond."
"When the entire mountain has been worn down, one second of eternal time will have just passed."
"You mentioned that this incurable ailment accelerates by the minute, in eternal time the disease will only worsen; fix one defect and two more will surface. You cannot repair this engine."
The most wise and senior monk answered thoughtfully, confident he provided the correct response.
"No." The woman suddenly raised her head and said.
"It is not a machine; it is an infant, whom I love."
Her voice intensified with emotion.
"I do not wish to repair it, but to cure it!"
"Since they created me."
"I can recreate them!"
"Since in one eternity I cannot find a cure for the infant’s ailment, then after their demise, I will recreate them, in the second, third eternities continue seeking the civilization’s sole path!"
The most wise and senior monk saw this world’s most stubborn light in the woman’s eyes.
"I will become their creator!"