At this moment, no matter whether Haotian would laugh or not, everyone in the square was lost in thought. There was a lot of information in this sentence, and it was inexplicably fascinating.
Ye Su's sentence was a prophecy at the beginning, but at the end, he was overjoyed. He mentioned the legendary Everlasting Night and made some comments about it, which was puzzling.
What was the Everlasting Night? In the ancient legend of the cultivation world, it was a catastrophe brought by Yama's invasion. When Sangsang came to the world, Ning Que carried her on his back and the Headmaster killed the golden dragon in the Wilderness. The legend was confirmed to be false. There was no Yama or the Underworld. Then would there be an Everlasting Night?
There would be an Everlasting Night, and there had been an Everlasting Night. There were still people living in the world who had experienced the Everlasting Night, but it had nothing to do with Yama. It was just that Haotian plowed in the spring, worked in the autumn, and rested in the winter.
For most people, the long Everlasting Night was cold and cruel. But for Haotian, it was just the basic law of the world. If the world wanted to survive, the Everlasting Night was a necessary measure.
In essence, the New Stream was competing with Haotian for faith. It was destroying the root of Haotian's existence and digging the grave of Haotian Taoism. Then why did Ye Su look forward to the Everlasting Night?
"Your … Everlasting Night, what is it?" Long Qing looked at Ye Su and asked.
Ye Su looked at him quietly and said, "The Everlasting Night is the Everlasting Night."
Long Qing said, "The Everlasting Night is the darkness."
Ye Su said, "Only in the Everlasting Night can people really open their eyes and see the pictures that Haotian never let them see. Those are the truth, and I am naturally happy for it."
Long Qing thought for a while and said, "The truth is objective, and it does not change according to one's heart."
Ye Su pointed at the red morning sun on the horizon behind him and said, "The sun hangs in the sky every day and rises again after setting. Is it objective?"
Long Qing said, "Of course the sun is objective."
Ye Su smiled and asked, "Then have you ever seen it?"
Long Qing was about to answer, but he suddenly frowned and stopped talking. After thinking about it carefully, he finally understood the true meaning of the question. People living on the ground could see the sun every day, but who had really seen it?
Everyone had seen the sun. They would casually glance at it after getting up in the morning. At noon, they would cover their foreheads with their hands and squint their eyes while sighing at its cruelty. In the evening, they would sit in the pavilion facing the river wind and watch the sunset while reciting poems.
But what does it look like? The morning and evening were red, and the noon was white. What color was it? Besides the bright light, are there any patterns on it? If not, how to describe it?
If he couldn't describe it, how could he have seen it?
He suddenly remembered the scenes he had seen in the dream of climbing the mountain on the Second floor of the Academy. There were Ye Hongyu, Ye Su, and Light in those scenes. When he followed the light to sweep the world and even killed Ye Hongyu and Ye Su, there was only light left in the world.
Just like the morning sun.
Absolute light was absolute darkness. He had realized this when he was in the illusion. That was why he put his last bit of courage into the Dark World in the north in the Wilderness.
What about the sun? Where was Haotian? Yes, it was actually the same principle. If it was too bright and too dazzling, one would not be able to look at it directly. If one could not see the details, one would not be able to see the whole picture. There was no truth. Just as Ye Su had said, humans would only be able to see the truth on the day when the Everlasting Night arrived and the sun was extinguished.
Long Qing understood what Ye Su meant, but he did not understand the meaning of this prophecy. He squinted and looked at the morning sun on the horizon. After a moment of silence, he shook his head.
He did not need to think too much about meaningless things. What he needed to do now was to kill Ye Su. It did not matter whether it was the prophecy of a sage or the nonsense of a lunatic.
"You will die soon. Even if that day comes, you will not be able to see what the sun looks like. Similarly, those who heard what you said will also die in the following days. They will not be able to see it either."
Long Qing looked at Ye Su and said expressionlessly. Along with his voice, there was a thunderous sound of hooves. Two thousand Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill finally arrived at the square.
Countless harsh sounds of friction were heard. The cavalrymen held sharp long swords in their hands. The snow-white surface of the swords reflected the frightened faces of the followers of the New Stream.
Long Qing raised his right hand. Along with his movement, the cavalrymen at the periphery of the crowd also raised their long swords. The cold swords were like the long grass in the field, messy and terrifying, ready to tear apart all the flesh and blood they touched.
The sound of hooves was heard again. The heavy warhorses directly scattered the crowd in front of them. In the dull sound of collision, countless followers of the New Stream had their bones broken and flesh torn. Screams were heard everywhere in the square.
Blood flowed everywhere like a flood, and death was everywhere like snow. The followers fled in panic, and the ordinary people who came to the square were unfortunately dragged into the tragedy.
No one could stop the tragedy.
Ye Su looked at the scene and raised his arm, trying to ask the people to step aside. But no one could see it. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Even if he could, no one could hear him.
Chen Pipi supported him, and his face was extremely pale.
Over a dozen disciples of the Sword Firmament Pavilion had been scattered and had converged into the crowd. They were fighting bitterly against the enemies that outnumbered them, and they were like reefs that were resisting a raging torrent. Even though they were strong, how could they turn the tide?
Long Qing stood below the stage. He only needed ten more steps to reach Ye Su, but he did not do anything. He just looked at Ye Su in silence and let Ye Su watch the scene in silence.
Today might not be the beginning of the New Stream's destruction, but it was definitely the day of Ye Su's death. Just as Ning Que told the Abbey Dean, Long Qing was eager to see how Ye Su would become a sage.
Ye Su stood in the morning sun. The light around him was refracted, with a sense of holiness. When the last stroke of the travel book was finished, he had embarked on the path of becoming a sage. The sky and the earth had changed color.
Long Qing was eager to see how the sky and the earth would change color.
At this moment, the sky and the earth really changed color.
There was snow on the streets, and the houses were covered with black eaves. The black and white contrasted with each other, and the leaves that had not completely withered were the three basic colors of the city. The square was no exception.
From yesterday to this morning, Taoism had slaughtered twice, and the ground was covered with blood.
However, the colors had all disappeared. The white snow, the black eaves, the green and yellow leaves, and the red blood had all turned into a monotonous yellow. The yellow sand was everywhere.
Long Qing's expression changed slightly.
Because the change of the sky and the earth had nothing to do with Ye Su. Ye Su's Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi were both destroyed. The sage's intention was in the end of the writing and the doctrine of the New Stream. It could not affect the real battle.
It was another force that turned the snow, the eaves, the trees, and the blood into yellow sand.
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(That's all for today. There seems to be some problems in the later part of the writing. I need to revise it carefully. Also, I need to rewrite the following lines and try to make it tighter.)
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