Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1418 - 21: The Unfettered Prisoner_3
"You have made many efforts, but the world will not fulfill your wishes. No matter how wise and powerful you are, you will still encounter unsolvable dilemmas. Those troubles, sorrows, and struggles will endlessly entangle you, preventing you from ever transcending."
"No one asked you." Yan Qi’s voice was hoarse, "Get lost."
"Continuing to be bound in such pain is meaningless. The sorrows you have experienced will always repeat in this world, causing more people to fall into the same suffering as you."
The Silent King said softly, "Think about your strength. You are the only person capable of making a choice right now. If even you give up, what is the point of the cultivation you’ve persisted in up to now?"
Yan Qi, who intended to resist, stood still, as the Silent King indifferently grasped the blindfold.
"Come, close your eyes and release your power. Together, let’s... burn this world to ashes!"
She slowly pulled the strip of cloth, and the blind painter was about to see the world. This is not the true history of thirteen years ago; this virtual history can have countless trajectories, including the worst one. The one making the choice is the Eternal King, and no one present can interfere with her actions.
Thus, another hidden observer decided to intervene, and a bright blue light flashed in the dim black night. Consequently, the bound Gongsun Ce had a fleeting moment. This brief freedom was not enough for him to construct a skill; he only had time to say one sentence...
A statement that would determine the outcome!
"Hey, Yan Qi!" Gongsun Ce shouted loudly, "The Impermanence Skill is useless!"
The blazing Tribulation Flame suddenly fell silent, and the gloomy young man turned his head wordlessly. Gongsun Ce smiled helplessly, recounting the principle that the painter often had on his lips.
"They say the Creation Realm Skill also cannot change the world. Practicing the Breakthrough Skill can’t truly destroy the world, either. What do omnipotent powers matter? Ultimately, it’s just the Dragon Slaying Skill..."
"Has no use." Yan Qi said.
He casually followed up with this statement, pausing as if even he was surprised by his reaction. He shook his head to free himself from the Silent King’s hands, shaking the gourd in his hand, but not a drop of wine came out.
"Heh." Yan Qi chuckled lightly. The laughter grew louder and higher, its tone both ancient and forlorn yet ethereal, like an unsuccessful poet drinking under the moon, venting both his heroism and melancholy.
"Displeasure, lack of freedom, unfulfilled aspirations, undetachable... useless! Useless! It truly is a Dragon Slaying Skill!"
He tore off the blindfold with one pull, raising his arms as if embracing the sky. Injuries from a century ago healed in an instant, and after being blind for so long, the painter saw the night sky again, saw the white moon like a plate in the darkness, friends gathered under the tree’s shade, and smoke continually rising on the distant battlefield, while Divine Capital City was safe and joyful in the lamplight. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
The real world is so vast yet so small, as if it could be embraced with a reach of the hand. It seems it can be easily twisted, can be destroyed by great power, yet one person’s heart absolutely cannot "change" it.
What does strength matter? What does wisdom matter?
"Hahaha, hahahaha! Bound by fate, the vast world is a cage!"
Yan Qi laughed wildly and fell on the roof, the wine gourd slipping from his hand, dropping into Qin Ming’s hand. As black as night, it jumped up, transforming into the strongest high wall in the world. At this moment, all the Creator Realm Mages looked toward the Divine Capital, feeling an unprecedented powerful presence.
The newly born Creation Realm was his self-imposed cage.
Gongsun Ce silently took out a pointer, the pointer marking historical revision rapidly tilted towards the positive direction.
He finally understood one of the foundations upon which this virtual history was established: the crucial point in determining the course of history was neither the emperor nor the war, but whether Yan Qi could paint his own cage.
