noffsinger Chapter 622 How Should We Say Goodbye?
Chapter 622 How Should We Say Goodbye?
This being simply wandered through endless time and space at will, seemingly without paying any special attention to any particular place.
He paid little attention to this chaos, or to this tiny seed of the world.
He passed by, walked past, and swept by, without ever glancing at him or lingering for a moment.
But by some strange twist of fate, the nascent, faint spiritual consciousness of the Heavenly Dao in the Tomb Realm, whether by some mysterious predestined connection or by a once-in-a-millennium coincidence, managed to remotely detect a faint trace of Daoist essence leaking from Him amidst the endless chaos.
It was this distant view that completely rewrote the eternal destiny of this land.
Amidst the light and shadow, Jiang Hao clearly witnessed the complete distortion of the nascent Heavenly Dao.
The original, pure and innocent Heavenly Dao, which was only meant to nurture the impartial and selfless nature of heaven and earth, shattered completely the moment it glimpsed that supreme being.
Humility, fear, greed, and other emotions instantly filled the entire spiritual consciousness of the Heavenly Dao of the Tomb Realm.
It knew clearly that it was too insignificant and might never have the chance to reach that supreme being, yet it was completely captivated by that unparalleled Daoist charm and could not extricate itself.
Thus, it developed paranoid and distorted delusions.
It wants to incubate heaven and earth, control all living beings, harvest eras, and devour the origin. It wants to rely on the accumulation of countless years of the entire world to gradually elevate itself, hoping that one day it can get close to that supreme figure that can never be touched.
But that being clearly did not intentionally leave behind any Daoist aura, nor did He pollute the Heavenly Dao; He was truly just passing by.
Jiang Hao sighed deeply, "Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's really hard to say."
That being, from beginning to end, is neither good nor evil, neither righteous nor wicked, neither intentional nor inactive.
He did not pollute the Way of Heaven, mislead sentient beings, or sow any seeds of disaster.
Now, Jiang Hao has finally seen the truth: the wisp of red hair at the core of the Heavenly Dao was not a hair that had fallen off that being at all.
This is merely a concrete image condensed from the limited understanding of the Fallen Heavenly Dao of the Tomb Realm after it glimpsed the supreme figure from afar.
This is the epitome of the supreme figure in the heart of the Heavenly Dao, the concrete manifestation of what it has looked up to, fantasized about, and been obsessed with all its life.
All the twists and turns are merely the obsessions and delusions of the weak Heavenly Dao itself.
It is the weak who, after glimpsing a height they can never reach in their lifetime, become humble, fearful, and distorted.
The highest never cares about these things, but the dust, because it looks up to the highest, imprisons itself for eternity, destroys itself for eternity, and drags the entire world down with it for eternity.
Because God doesn't care.
The gods never care about the joys and sorrows of a single grain of dust, nor do they concern themselves with the rise and fall of a particular realm.
But the dust, because it looked up to the gods, drove itself mad, dragging down the entire world and burying it for eternity.
Jiang Hao also realized something interesting: different people had different impressions and perceptions of the seven-colored red-haired creature.
When the Heavenly Dao of the Tomb Realm saw Him, the impression left on him was a seven-colored red hair, eerie, evil, and twisted.
When Jiang Hao saw Him, he saw a vast, sacred, and supreme figure. Every wisp of Daoist charm was like the source of the Great Dao, through which he could complete his Dao fruit, see through the path ahead, and achieve the pinnacle.
The same supreme figure, the same primordial Daoist essence.
If the mind is evil, all paths become demonic; if the mind is righteous, all paths become immortal.
Different perspectives, different states of mind, different beliefs lead to vastly different understandings and insights.
"Is this what they call 'a thousand people, a thousand faces'? Different perceptions and different states of mind can lead to different feelings when seeing the same thing."
The same thing can appear drastically different depending on the viewer's level and mindset.
Thinking of this, Jiang Hao recalled the strange movements of the mysterious golden bell within his body earlier.
The moment he faced the supreme origin, the usually calm, ancient, and unmoving golden bell suddenly roared and vibrated on its own, bursting forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling seven-colored radiance, fully protecting his Dao heart and preventing the taint of his obsessions.
Today marks the first time it has spontaneously displayed that radiance.
Jiang Hao was secretly shocked. "This mysterious golden bell really does hold endless secrets."
In the past, when encountering a forbidden existence like the strange Immortal Emperor in the river of time, the Golden Bell only calmly protected the Dao and did not react so violently.
"It seems that its initial performance was just the tip of the iceberg, far from its limit."
"Only when facing the true supreme being does it reveal its true power."
At this moment, Jiang Hao felt more and more that the mysterious golden bell that accompanied him had an origin that was terrifying beyond imagination.
In that case, the origin of the Golden Bell is terrifying. The fact that it can react to the Daoist aura of that supreme being indicates that its level has at least reached that level.
This is so outrageous, "Shouldn't this kind of existence be the true end of cultivation?"
Jiang Hao didn't know what other being could surpass that seven-colored red-haired one; at least, he couldn't imagine it right now.
"It's a pity that the Golden Bell never reveals itself on its own initiative; it's always passive."
Pulling his thoughts back, Jiang Hao once again gazed at the seven-colored supreme figure in the light and shadow that encompassed chaos and spanned eternity, his heart still churning with awe.
The Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor, who pacified the chaotic world and suppressed countless enemies, was already the greatest figure in all of history. However, in front of this supreme being, he was nothing more than an ignorant child, not worth mentioning. At least, this was the case for the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor at the Immortal Emperor level.
Even if one reaches the pinnacle of immortality, there is no difference; one is still just two insignificant specks of dust.
"An eternal tragedy, the tragic deaths of countless souls, the destruction of an era, the relentless struggle against the heavens, the endless struggle of the entire world, and the life-or-death battle fought by everyone."
From beginning to end, it was merely a supreme being casually passing by, admired from afar by a speck of dust, that sparked an epic farce that has lasted for millennia.
Jiang Hao felt a deep sense of melancholy.
The old Heavenly Way was confined to a small world, with a narrow vision and deep-seated obsessions. It believed that it was laying out a grand scheme, fighting against fate, and pursuing the highest goal.
In the end, it's nothing more than self-torture, self-destruction, and self-madness, wasting countless years and dragging countless lives down with them. It's both laughable and pathetic.
Slowly, the layers of light and shadow faded away, the river of time slowly closed, and the past was completely sealed in the depths of time and space, while the figure of that being was about to disappear into time and space.
"Is this how we say goodbye?"
At this moment, Jiang Hao felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him, as if he were saying goodbye to a scene where they would never meet again in this life.
But just as his figure was about to disappear, he suddenly turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across the vast river of time, and looked calmly at Jiang Hao, who was looking back at the past.
In the chaotic void, all the surging chaotic energy came to a standstill in that instant.
The river of time has stopped flowing, like a frozen river.
Everything around them froze, leaving only that figure and Jiang Hao gazing at each other across countless ages.
His gaze fell upon Jiang Hao, piercing through time, space, cause and effect, and laws.
"this……"
Jiang Hao froze on the spot.