Fu Qingjun was taken aback.
In order to revive Chen Weizhu, Heavenly Venerate Chen Nianzi had gone through a lot of trouble. She had even sacrificed her life.
But now, the situation was reversed. Chen Weizhu didn't want to revive Chen Nianzi?
"Can I know why?" asked Fu Qingjun.
Chen Weizhu smiled. Her expression was still calm. "Would the revived her still be her?"
Fu Qingjun remained silent.
"Yes. From the perspective of a True Spirit, every person's soul mark is unique. The True Spirit is still the True Spirit."
Chen Weizhu said softly, "If we reset the universe and read the data of the true spirit in the cosmos membrane, it would be equivalent to reviving her. She would have the same body and soul. But is it really her?"
Fu Qingjun vaguely knew what she was going to say.
"I don't think so. At the very least, it's not the real her that I know."
Chen Weizhu's voice was as calm as death. "The her I know is the one who became Celestial Sovereign Wence. She looks innocent and cute on the outside, but she is decisive and ruthless on the inside. She is incomparably mature, and she is not a truly ignorant girl. To me, she is just another similar person."
"And she revived me because the me that she knows is the me of my youth. Therefore, to her, reviving the me of that era is the true resurrection of me."
Fu Qingjun already understood what she was thinking.
Because of her experiences, Heavenly Venerate Wen Ce was extremely special.
It was impossible to reset the past universe and revive her younger self.
This was because even if she revived the young Chen Nianzi, that ignorant palace servant, she would not be the real Heavenly Venerate Wen Ce. She would not be the person that Chen Weizhu knew in this epoch.
That was just a pure and ignorant genius girl with the same appearance.
Fu Qingjun was silent. A question arose in his heart. "Memories? What is one's true self when one is alive? "
If one were to die, would a clone with the same flesh and blood be one's rebirth?
If one were to die, would a creature with the same soul be one's rebirth?
Or perhaps, all of this was no longer his own. True rebirth meant possessing his own unique life and memories!
If this was the case, then was the fake Empyrean Wen Ce the real Empyrean Wen Ce?
He had Celestial Sage Wence's memories and experiences.
That wasn't right either.
The fake Celestial Strategist was clearly different.
Although he had the same memories of the past, his personality and way of doing things were different.
This was the difference between having the same memories but different souls.
Based on this conjecture, perhaps true rebirth required flesh and blood, true spirit, and memories. Not a single one could be missing.
In that case, there was an even more special operation:
Resetting the river of time, transferring the young Chen Nianzi out, and then duplicating a copy of the fake Celestial Venerable Wen Ce's memories. Then, deleting and subtracting back the memory fragments that Celestial Venerable Wen Ce had just transmitted to him, this would be the combination of flesh and blood, true spirit, and memories.
"But is that really the rebirth of Celestial Lord Wen Ce?"
Fu Qingjun was still doubtful and couldn't bring himself to say it.
In the end, what is the true meaning of living?
The topic seemed to have returned to the idea that the universe was a dead thing. We were all dead people who had never truly lived.
Or perhaps we had always been alive. The reason why we felt that we were dead was because we felt that our lives weren't exciting enough. We were like a pool of stagnant water. Living was like a pool of stagnant water, but we felt that this wasn't true living.
Generations of Taizu emperors had always thought of themselves as dead people. Pursuing true life, true freedom, had always been a joke.
Nesting dolls.
No matter which train of thought, they were constantly nesting dolls.
The universe was really mysterious.
No matter how you tried to understand it, you wouldn't know which level it was on. Were we alive or dead? What did we mean to the universe?
Fu Qingjun smiled. Perhaps only by truly stepping into the eighth level, the legendary ultimate realm, would one be able to understand the true secrets of the universe.
"That wasn't the real her."
Chen Weizhu stroked the tombstone and revealed a complicated expression. She said, "I'm afraid. I'm extremely afraid of a completely different her. She's wearing her body and skin, destroying the memory in my heart. Instead of that, it's better to keep her in my heart forever."
Fu Qingjun completely understood Chen Weizhu's seemingly absurd decision to not resurrect Celestial Lord Wen Ce.
She was afraid. She also knew that because of Celestial Lord Wen Ce's uniqueness, that wasn't the real Celestial Lord Wen Ce being resurrected. Even if she forced it, it would just be a puppet, a doll to comfort her heart.
Chen Nianzi had lost that experience.
Only that experience could create the unique aura and temperament of the universe's emperor, the Celestial Lord Wen Ce. This was the black-bellied number one Celestial Lord Black Hand that Fu Qingjun and Chen Weizhu knew.
"Celestial Lord Wen Ce is dead after all."
Fu Qingjun suddenly looked up at the sky. Although they hadn't really communicated much, they still felt like bosom buddies. The white-robed mastermind behind the scenes, the man who had smiled and said he wanted to play chess with him, was already the most important friend in his life.
"I understand now."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to do anything for you in the end."
"If I can really do it one day, I will resurrect the real him for you."
Fu Qingjun sighed and looked at Chen Weizhu guarding the tombstone. He didn't disturb her anymore. Instead, he chatted with her like an old friend before turning around and leaving.
The surroundings were quiet. Fu Qingjun walked out of this huge cemetery.
"It's over."
"All the wars are over. I've overthrown all corruption … No, it's Little Loud Mouth who has overthrown all corruption, including me. There are no more enemies in this world."
Fu Qingjun walked out and looked at the new ultimate Heavenly Courts around him.
He didn't want to accompany these Celestial Lords to drink, so he descended to the mortal world again. He walked through the various galaxies and observed the common people of the new era, as well as the civilizations of the planets in the new era galaxy.
He walked and stopped, passing through many civilizations along the way. He saw many mortals' sorrow and joy, as well as life and death. He felt much calmer in his heart. He kept walking like this until the Celestial Lords' celebration ended.
Thus, Fu Qingjun returned to the Heavenly Courts.
"It's time to officially begin. The seats will be given and we'll get down to business." Fu Qingjun entered the palace and looked at Little Loud Mouth, who was sleeping soundly in her imperial robes.
"Little Loud Mouth, I want to listen to music." Fu Qingjun patted her face and said.
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