All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes-Chapter 1590 - 335: Sorrowful...
It’s not some grand symphony.
Neither is it the collapse of civilization, nor the fall of a dynasty.
It’s not the end of a noble ideal, nor the extinguishment of a steadfast belief.
It’s just... crying. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
At this moment, holding the high-pitched Little Qi, the designated third generation of Ex Nihilo, An Jing connected to this Realm of Nonexistence, naturally also connecting to the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony that had begun to merge with the Realm of Nonexistence.
Connected to the countless billions, endless and near infinite, who chose ’Mysterious Heaven Ceremony’ and abandoned ’themselves’, the anguished cries of the despairing.
Endless voices and endless memories transformed into a vast tide, into an unceasing gale, roaring into An Jing’s mind.
Thereafter, it became his memories.
Thus, in this instant.
An Jing saw it, the billions and billions of things like specks of dust, insignificant to a strong one like him, yet undeniably real.
Gray sand, hurried hoofbeats, the sun shining through dim dusty clouds, its rays appearing dull, a small town welcoming a military troop, and as the army left, only a group of orphans and widows remained.
Uncertain of the specific era and exact location, but on this North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, even in the most stable times, hundreds of wars occur, whether it’s marauders pillaging or conscripting labor for logistics, it’s commonplace.
A girl, her father taken by that unnamed army, never to be heard from again, the climatic anomaly from the martial artist battle causing her mother to catch fever and pass away days later, grandfather had long passed, grandmother worked herself to illness, and since that gray-yellow day, only three years later she was all alone, the village she once called home turned to ruins, the young child still unable to grasp the meaning of all this had completely lost all familiar people and things in the world, and similar events happen countless times, in every corner of the world.
And so, in this world, she cried, then died.
A heavy rain, a vast epidemic, the villages in the mountain forests unaware of outside news, only seeing dramatic flashes and dark clouds in the distant sky, animals running wild, trees withering, people fleeing in panic, only to fall one by one.
Mother collapsed, vomiting blood, little brother’s eyeball fell while crying, the rotted eye socket’s dangling muscle like snail’s antennae, father’s chest bore a human-faced tumor, marked by the demon, even if cut out with a knife, its roots reached the marrow and lungs, forcing the man to end himself.
Having lost all close kin, parents and siblings all went to Yellow Springs together, between the withered forest and foul land only he remained, the solitary youth looked back toward his hometown, never understanding what truly destroyed all he had.
He couldn’t find the enemy, only felt powerless, even in anger wanting to kill everything including himself, but ultimately just pounding the ground with his fists.
A quiet small town, neither war nor Heavenly Demon disasters, peaceful and stable, yet still carrying human sadness, a youth tripped while playing with friends, fell, hit a rock, and just like that died.
His merchant father heard the news, rushed home, and overnight his hair turned half gray, grieved, cried, unable to comprehend how such an ordinary mishap stole away all his hopes—this was his only child that didn’t die young, he did nothing wrong, lived kindly, helped neighbors, why would it be his son? He was unable to understand, unable to accept.
But this is reality, and what happened to him, is something that can happen to anyone.
Just, ordinary tragedy.
Yes, just the most ordinary tragedy of the human world.
An Jing walked among these rising and falling memories, fleeting like dreams, vanishing in an instant.
For ordinary people, seeing clearly would be extremely difficult, but for An Jing, he could remember everything with a glance.
He remembered.
Millions, billions, near infinite tides surging towards An Jing, these tides named suffering, formed by memories, An Jing slightly raised his head, shielding Little Qi’s eyes, calmly walking towards the endless tides.
There are more, more ordinary, seemingly meaningless, neither warning nor having any universal rule, one after another extreme to unimaginable, yet simple to incomprehensible sorrowful memories, being observed and remembered by An Jing.
An Jing saw. He saw, in this human world, sorrow purely caused by accident—a man went out hunting, upon returning found his wife, child, and parents eaten by a bear, he frantically chased the creature, exerted all to slay it and cut open its belly, only to find half-digested innards and flesh. He attempted to hang himself but was saved by other hunters, lived muddled through life, and until the end regretted why he left home that day.
An Jing saw. A girl, naturally a bit foolish, unloved at home, merely used as a servant, but later learned laundry skills, worked outside, she was very diligent, never complained even with blistered fingers, all the money she earned taken by her family, she didn’t mind, as long as she had food, she’d never be dissatisfied, always held love for life.
