Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 739 – 106. Since My Heart Is Bright, How Can I Meet Your Way?

Chapter 739: 106. Since My Heart Is Bright, How Can I Meet Your Way?

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Xia Ji felt like he was in a state of eternal sleep, but he was also exceptionally awake.

He no longer had the mood to care about other things.

His every thought and every cell was fighting against the black tide.

Such a confrontation could last for ten days and ten nights, but there were countless such “solos” at this moment.

At this moment, he was sitting in the Wine Sea Basin.

He was trying hard to control his thoughts to count.

He counted silently so as not to forget the passage of time.

As long as time passed, he was still himself.

However, there was no concept of time in this confrontation. Perhaps there was, but this concept of time was the concept of time in the universe.

In the universe, how long did it take for a star to form? How long would it take for it to be destroyed?

If the stars were compared to humans, humans would be born and die in less than 100 years. These 100 years were counted by humans, but the 100 years of the stars were countless times longer than humans.

In these endless thoughts, he would occasionally think…

If only everything in this world had a hierarchy.

The Heavenly Dao was level 100, the ancestor might be level 50, and ordinary cultivators were around level 20. Then, they could continuously kill monsters and gain experience points to level up to level 100…

If only there were endless races in this world and the universe, and they could constantly fight against each other through races, then progress and become stronger. How great would that be?

But … Not really.

In such a universe, humans were all alone. There were no other races to invade, and there were no other races as neighbors.

If there were still many mighty figures in this world, just like the human world, when you became stronger and had a higher status, you would naturally be able to see them and be involved in a higher level of confrontation. Then, there would always be opponents who could help you improve and raise you to the level where you could kill the ‘Wielder of the Heaven’.

That would be great.

But … Not really.

If the path from a mortal to the Wielder of the Will was a thousand meters long, then no matter how hard a person tried, even if they reached the Daomerge, they would only be able to walk a meter.

If cultivating a cultivation technique in this world could destroy the world and save the world, how good would that be?

It was as if…He had seen some movies on Planet Earth before he transmigrated. In the movies, no matter how terrible the disaster was, the crisis of the ” end of the world ” would be resolved by ” finding something “.

He wanted to think that the real world was like this too. He only needed to find “this thing” to save himself, his loved ones, and everything else.

Or, they cultivated a cultivation technique and broke through to the Heaven’s Will realm. Then, they fought against the Heaven’s Will, just like two martial artists fighting.

It would be great if there was such a cultivation technique.

If only it was that simple.

Humans would never believe that they were not the main characters. It was as if if if they were not the main characters, they would not need to work hard anymore. They could give up on themselves, complain about the heavens and others, say things like ” What’s the use of working hard? ” or ” Only fools work hard “. Or they could say crazy things and say stupid things proudly. However, this was just a manifestation of weakness, incompetence, and anger.

Humans would always leave a little hope for themselves, but this hope was so small that it was not worth mentioning to the universe.

How could a life form that was not even considered dust attract the attention of a giant?

All things had their laws, but this law was not born for humans, nor was it born for any existence in the universe.

It was just like how the flow of blood, the beating of the heart, and the functions of the internal organs did not exist for the sake of the smallest particles in the nucleus of a cell.

The universe was cold and dark. In it, humans were never the main characters. No matter how hard they tried, it was impossible for them to transcend.

The more Xia Ji resisted, the more he understood this.

He knew better than anyone else what he was doing. What he wanted to do was impossible. Unless he closed his eyes and entered the dream he had constructed, he would be able to jump out of this cold, dark, cruel, and ruthless reality.

He knew very well how insignificant he was. He knew very well that even the Grand Supreme mentioned by the nine ancestors and Amitabha were extremely insignificant.

What was the difference between a smaller ant and a bigger ant?

No matter how strong-willed a cultivator was, or how wise a person was, if they were struck by such a thought, especially if it was not a lie, their Dao heart would be like an ant nest on a thousand-mile dam. One more thought and they would be completely defeated.

A single misstep could destroy everything.

Even if they were not destroyed, there would be no light in their future.

Humans were bustling with activity. Cultivators fought and killed. Everything they did, even at the Dao Integration realm, would forever be trapped in the five-finger cage of the Heavenly Dao.

This cage was what humans thought of as a cage. In fact, the Heavenly Axiom had never thought of this.

Yes, it was as if humans could not accept that they were not the main characters, nor could they accept that what they did was meaningless. They would also find a thousand or ten thousand reasons to refute it, even closing their eyes and not looking, stuffing their ears and not listening. It was as if as long as they could not see the truth, the truth would not exist. Otherwise, they would give up on themselves, blame heaven and others, and lose themselves.

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Xia Ji knew this very well.

However, even so.

He still had to resist.

He still had to continue fighting tirelessly.

To go against the “heaven” of “those who obey the heaven will be drunk and die in dreams”.