Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 228 - 115 Life is Like Dust_2

Chapter 228: Chapter 115 Life is Like Dust_2

"She... is also a pitiful child, but she will be safe through this ordeal, she will be fine, you can rest assured."

The old man gently stroked Zhou Yan’s head, his words tinged with a trace of faint sadness.

This faint sadness, yet so soul-stirring, even the chaotic void seemed to follow the old man’s sorrow, wailing and blowing a cold wind that moaned like a lament.

"It’s good... Yanyan is fine. My death doesn’t matter, there’s nothing... unbearable about it. It’s just, failing Master’s high hopes, I have no face..."

Zhou Yan’s emotions had calmed down a lot, but he still spoke with immense shame.

"Forget about these things, I don’t have much time. I need to entrust you with a few things, you must continue to live, do not give up."

The old man didn’t blame Zhou Yan for anything, as if he had long anticipated this day would come.

"Master..."

Zhou Yan’s voice choked up.

"Ah, it’s actually my fault as well. When I was wandering in the universe, I accidentally got a chance to resurrect, obtaining a strand of Primordial Magnetic Pole Light, but due to the great terror of the void and that truth, all hope was lost.

Thus, I sealed the Primordial Magnetic Pole Light in the Sea of Consciousness at your brow chakra, never expecting this thing to mutate into a situation even I couldn’t have imagined...

I gave you almost all my memories, simply hoping that you would embark on the Heartless Sword Dao, disregard the masses, and become strong quickly. At that time, if you had stood out, actually, no harm would have come to those around you.

The ultimate goal of Heartless Sword Dao is affection. Entering affection through heartlessness.

Now, you have tread the Affectionate Sword Dao first, and according to the original rules of the universe, you will ultimately become heartless...

Since you no longer have any hope of condensing the Sword Soul, stop thinking about it. After all, the Heavenly Dao of the Sword Burial Ancestor Star is just the will of that planet.

Going against the will of this planet, once you step into the Sword Spirit Three Realms, all Qi Fortune will leave you behind. Without the favor of Heavenly Dao, you will not understand it, you will not comprehend the rules, you will not encounter serendipities, and you will not make any progress.

You will stand against the world, you will be abandoned by all, wherever you go, rivers of blood will follow, endless pain and stimulation will accompany you..."

The old man spoke slowly, yet at this moment, Zhou Yan suddenly understood so much.

It was like the returning light before death, suddenly enlightening him to much.

Everyone has their difficulties. Just like the ancestor of the Great Zhou Family, who couldn’t possibly abandon the opportunity for Zhou Yuntian, a genius, to break free from his Ding Furnace identity for someone destined to fail.

Hou Yan also couldn’t possibly confront a Void Spirit-level powerhouse who could eliminate him instantly, as any conflict might bring a catastrophe of destruction to the Emperor Sword Wuji lineage.

And people like Yang Qingtan and Zhou Gucheng, who once genuinely befriended him, perhaps now, were also involuntary.

In the face of absolute power, loyalty and betrayal mean nothing.

That woman, her strength was indeed too overwhelming, so dominating that, in fact, she couldn’t care less about using any schemes or tactics; a mere command was enough to ensure no one would disobey.

Even someone like Hou Yan, upon appearing and seeing that woman, instantly withdrew.

This was the best proof.

"Life, truly as fragile and insubstantial as dust."

Zhou Yan sighed.

Many things, he understood without needing his master to explain, as if he could see the Qi Fortune of Heavenly Dao being drawn out of him, gradually becoming irrelevant to him.

"Yes, life is like dust."

The old man also sighed, but moments later, he seriously said, "Life is like dust, but not to prove how insignificant humans are, but to reveal the sincerity and presence of life."

"Knowing oneself as a speck of dust, one will shed much blind impulse, avoiding many unnecessary pains. It lets you understand your place, achieving a peaceful spirit.

Like a droplet of water, a droplet dissolves itself in the absence of self, completing and perfecting itself. A speck amidst the universe does the same, connected with other specks, creating all continuous events of the universe."

"Just imagine, if a droplet of water had the spirit of the sea, what would that be like?—Then its life would be infinitely magnified! If each individual life like us had a mental state as vast as the sea, completely dissolving ourselves into the endless space-time of the whole universe, then each life would unfold its incredibly inconceivable purpose.

Drops form rivers, specks form mountains, steps achieve a thousand miles. Any object, event, or phenomenon, no matter its size, is composed of indescribable many specks.

Certainly, just talking about a single speck, it seems dispensable, not making much difference to some whole; but if a significant number of many specks do not participate, the difference becomes apparent.

The existence or absence of a speck does create a difference, it’s just not to the level of being identifiable. Without many specks, all events in the universe cannot occur. Therefore, specks constitute everything, they are everywhere, it is the essence of the universe."

"Purple Flame Void is my own Sea of Consciousness, which I sealed and passed on to you, for you it’s a sea, a universe.

Your own Sea of Consciousness is just a drop of water, a speck of dust.

Now, before merging into the ocean, this droplet has been evaporated, about to dry up. And the massive shock has also collapsed this sea.