All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes-Chapter 1592 - 335: Sorrowful..._3

They sneered, mockingly disbelieving that this child could possess such determination. After all, similar disputes had happened many times, and when had he truly rebelled?

But this time was different. The child dashed out of the house, crossed the path, reached the bridge, leaped off, and died just like that.

Would the parents be sad? Not necessarily. Has anything changed? No. Will similar things still happen in the world? Undoubtedly.

Not just parents and children, but also siblings, superiors and subordinates, and all manner of relationships and stories like these.

In infinite parallel timelines, infinite Mysterious Heaven Ceremonies, among infinite ’them’, there are infinite similar stories. Death is not a terrible thing but a form of [liberation].

People fear death because they detest parting, but some long for its arrival because they have nothing in this world.

Yes, death changes nothing.

No one will remember for long, and no one will have a guilty conscience because of it. Don’t expect others to change anything due to the death of an ordinary person, nor think that your death is a big deal.

The sun will rise as usual, the moon will set as usual, nothing is a big deal.

But.

Death is [the liberation without answers].

Death, death, death is the tide, death and rivers, dim shadows carrying ugliness and despair, eternally rushing onward. Countless people die with hope, die with despair, an endless sea of tears submerges the empty Underworld, turning into an eternally surging sea of tears, where infinite voices arise.

—Annihilate, annihilate, annihilate.

—I’m going to die. Joyfully and easily die. I want to kill myself; I want to renounce everything about myself.

—Let death conquer me; let me never return to this world!

—Because I can no longer see better hope, nor do I want to have hope, so let me thoroughly die.

—Then... if you want it.

—Then it is all up to you.

[Therefore, I am I, I am us]

Amidst the pale tree of sorrow, behind the purple-blue fruit of liberation, a voice arose.

Deep, steady, as if it had seen all causality and karma.

In the Xuan-colored tide of memory that covered the entire heaven and earth, it introduced itself to An Jing: [I am the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony, we are the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony]

[I am all the cattle and sheep, and all the donkeys and horses]

[I am all the tigers and wolves, and all the slaughter]

[I am all the rites, and all the infants]

[We are ’Guangjie millions, Good Saint Emperor’, freeing all suffering, bestowing all blessings]

The pale tree stands amidst the dark tide, the purple-blue fruit of liberation like the sun, waves rushing turbulently, countless Soul Spirits drifting in the murky waves, standing before perhaps the ’Daoist Form’ closest to ’Harmonization’ in this world, An Jing remained silent for a while, then spoke.

"So."

He sighed lightly, "This is the end you chose for yourself."

"Mysterious Heaven Ceremony, so you truly... love the world."

[Yes, this is my end]

Both those who are and are not the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony laughed, this is a topic repeated many times, the real Mysterious Heaven Ceremony had long died, leaving only a Dao Spirit invested with its path, willing even to resurrect, return from death, to face that Great Inference Divine Thunder, making the final sacrifice for the path it created.

And now, this sacrifice’s result, called the ’liberation’ Divine Wood, has taken root in endless memory and the Realm of Nonexistence. As long as Huai Xu Heavenly Dao retrieves it, retrieves this fruit, the plan of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony will be completed, and it will become a part of the Heavenly Dao, entirely transforming the world.

"You are... willing."

Watching this scene, behind An Jing, who had equally undergone all those weeping tides, Xuan Mingyu had just wrested himself from the endless memory.

He gasped for breath, lifted his head, and at this moment, with a complex gaze, looked at his ancestor: "In other futures, you willingly let me erode you... let me defeat you!"

[My descendants... do not disparage yourself, in other possibilities, you indeed truly defeated me, I did not hold back]

And the ’Mysterious Heaven Ceremony’ swayed its branches, seemingly ’looking towards’ Xuan Mingyu’s direction: [You need to know my great wish is to eliminate all suffering, all sorrow, I started from the humblest step, until now]

[Now my great work has reached the final step, I have renounced myself, I can be the power of anyone, naturally including you, including An Jing]

[Yes, I even saw failure, saw a future where I would be defeated—even now, holding back An Jing, I cannot claim certain victory, I admit this point]

[But so what? Even seeing the future, I do not fear, because I am ultimately a Martial Artist]

[Even if I am truly wrong, there will naturally be a more correct answer telling me...]

[The real answer]

Saying thus, the ’Mysterious Heaven Ceremony’ looked at An Jing, seemingly full of anticipation.

—Do you have such an answer?

To utterly resolve all human depravity, illuminate all darkness, guide all paths, transcend all difficulties, shatter all impossibilities...

An Jing, you have accomplished many miracles.

Can you take it further?

And An Jing took a step forward.

He clenched his fist.