"Molly, that little guy is really lucky. He caught the attention of the head of Aogu Village, which is more than a hundred miles away. He entered Aogu Village to learn martial arts."
"Xiao Douzi is a poor kid. His parents died early, but later, a chivalrous woman passed by. She and Xiao Douzi got along well, and they became sisters and went to Jianghu together."
"An Guo, my son, why are you so stubborn? You don't have the life of Molly and Xiao Douzi, but you still want to become a martial artist. Once you run away, there's no news from you anymore. How can your parents live on?"
...
From the mouths of the villagers, Wang Yan found out about Molly, Xiao Douzi, and even An Guo. It was the same situation as when the village at the foot of the mountain was destroyed. An Guo ran away on his own, Molly was left in Li Yunyang's farm, and Xiao Dou and Linghu Wan went to Donghua together. This was supposed to be a secret, but now it became the common knowledge of the villagers about the whereabouts of the three people.
Wang Yan stood in front of the thatched cottage he used to live in, looking at the stone block that was once broken by Xiao Douzi when he practiced swordsmanship and was now intact. He was extremely confused and confused. Everything in the village at the foot of the mountain was far beyond the scope of what Wang Yan could understand. The people who had died had come back to life, and even the village at the foot of the mountain had been restored to its original state. The villagers even had a common understanding of Molly and the three people who were not dead. This was not just a reversal of life and death, but the reconstruction of creation. What was more terrifying was that even memories could be added, forgotten, and even tampered with at will.
Wang Yan was trembling in the depths of his heart. He had thought that he had already understood the nature of this world and had some understanding of the will beyond the heavens. However, everything in front of him made Wang Yan feel how ignorant and weak he was. He felt as if his life and death were being controlled by someone, and even his soul was being toyed with.
He hated this feeling, but he did not know how to deal with it. However, he gradually understood that this world was indeed created by the people from Diwu Jingshi's world. He did not exist in reality, but was something created by the people in the illusory world for people to play with. The only difference was that he had developed his true self and yearned for real life. As the core of life — the soul — Wang Yan believed that he already had it, but so what? Could the Great Dao that he was pursuing really allow him to transcend? Could he really have a true life?
In the face of a will that could create and reconstruct things, how could he achieve the Great Dao? If he couldn't, then what was the meaning of his existence? She was only willing to become a plaything for others to entertain and extract experience points. In the end, she would end up like Miss Four, her true self disappearing and being killed by players again and again in the endless respawn?
"Why? Why? Why?! "
Wang Yan was enraged, and he roared at the sky like a madman. This kind of commotion naturally attracted the villagers. All of them formed a circle from afar, looking at Wang Yan in shock. Li Mo's group of children also came. Li Mo was still as brave as ever. Looking at the crazed Wang Yan, he took a few steps forward and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Li Mo's voice attracted Wang Yan's attention. Wang Yan's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at him.
"You used to learn martial arts from me. Although you were straightforward and stubborn, I still did my best to help you build your foundation. Even though you had passed the best age to build your foundation, I still believed that you could become a martial artist. Unfortunately, you fell at the hands of evil people in the end. I hated myself for not being able to save you. For this blood feud, I first massacred the Black Water thief's Mingkang Town branch, then caused a ruckus in Tianmaji and heavily injured the Black Water thief.
But now, your life and death have been reversed, and you are standing in front of me, alive and well. But you don't remember who I am? "
Wang Yan spoke of his interactions with Li Mo one by one. After listening to him, Li Mo's eyes were filled with confusion. He said, "What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?"
Wang Yan smiled bitterly. Then, he closed his eyes and murmured, "I once said, 'The Great Way is only in the sword'. Now, I believe it even more deeply, and I can only believe it this way. Because you are all fake. You are all immortal monsters. You are the demons that confuse my heart, and you are the puppets of the will in the sky!"
At this moment, Wang Yan finally understood why Ren Tianxing said that those who besieged him were all puppets. He knew that Ren Tianxing should be the predecessor of his and Liu Zhaoxian's path. Ren Tianxing had seen through everything, but in the end, he was unable to transcend. He failed and died completely. Apart from people like Nan Tuoni, no one knew his name.
Even someone like Tianxing had failed. Would he still have any hope?
The smile on Wang Yan's face grew wider and wider. It contained unwillingness, helplessness, and misery, which these people in front of him could not understand. In the end, Wang Yan laughed wildly. In the midst of his laughter, a few words slowly came out of his mouth.
"You … shouldn't … exist."
Hearing this, Li Mo curled his lips and said, "What are you talking about again? You are such a strange person. "
"Is it strange? Because I am different from you. You are just illusory and repetitive monsters, puppets without souls and will. But I am Wang Yan, a living being. So, you should not exist. You should not be an obstacle to my Great Way. So … all of you, go to hell! "
Before his voice died away, Wang Yan stepped on the ground and rushed into the crowd of villagers. As the sword in his hand rose and fell, a large amount of blood splashed out. Several peasant women fell into a pool of blood.
"Ah!"
Screams were heard. Seeing that Wang Yan had suddenly killed people, the villagers immediately screamed and fled in all directions. But how could they escape? As Wang Yan's feet moved, several people fell with every strike of his sword. As more and more villagers died, and more and more blood spilled out, Wang Yan's mind gradually became clear as he vented his anger wantonly.
"If I am destined to become a monster like you, my soul and will are destined to die, then the only meaning of my existence is to pursue real life. I may not be able to abandon everything under the Great Way, but at least I can distinguish between truth and falsehood. I can't indulge my emotions. Why should I care about puppets like you? Only the interaction between lives is worth cherishing.
Miss Four is dead, but she will always remain in my heart. Li Mo is also dead, and he left forever with my guilt. And you are all lifeless puppets. None of you should exist! "
In the midst of the contradiction, Wang Yan completely understood his Great Way – the pursuit of truth. He understood that the meaning of his life was to pursue the real life that belonged to him. However, on this path, even a person like Tianxing failed. Liu Zhaoxian was also at a loss. Previously, Wang Yan did not know whether he would succeed or not.
But even so, Wang Yan would not cower. If it was said that he was confused before, as he vented his anger wantonly, he gradually understood his Dao. After seeing through his true self, the barrier in his heart gradually opened up, and he slowly walked towards the Great Way. Therefore, he was fearless, because this was the only meaning of his existence.
As he slaughtered without restraint, not only did Wang Yan gain these realizations, but he also thought of many words that Diwu Yun had said, such as the 'farmer and pig'. He also thought of the strange encounter on Mount Tailan, where 'empty self' said something about 'space, time, and rules' for no reason.
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