Eulogy - Special Chapter
The Spirit Gathering Pearl is a small ball about half the width of a palm. When no immortal power is injected into it, it appears as a thick, milky white substance.
At this moment, the sphere floating above Xie Jinhui's left hand seemed to open its sleepy eyelids, revealing a thousand layers of rock within, with light spots and spaces of varying sizes scattered and intersecting.
It is both transparent and murky.
I accompanied Xie Jinhui down from the Celestial Realm to a special area bordering the Lower Realm, preparing to summon all the spirit parents.
Nine pairs of eyes were fixed on the ball, including mine, Xie Jinhui's, and my brothers' eyes, which were also watching intently from within my mind.
The Spirit Gathering Pearl seemed shy, emitting an extremely weak immortal power, flickering incessantly.
Yifeng Canal has ruined my image. I scoffed and said, "The things from Youqing Peach Abode are secretive and timid, not open and aboveboard at all."
Xie Jinhui smiled but remained silent, gesturing for me not to rush.
Actually, I shouldn't be in a hurry. Once this thing summons the spirit parents, the next step is to persuade them to awaken their own spirit child.
Why awaken them? Of course, it's to use them to lure out the seven desires.
Yi Fengqu was capable; he traveled to every place where the spirits were located and, from the spiritual information they emitted, found the spiritual consciousness of each of their parents, whether they existed or had dissipated.
The Emperor was responsible for finding them all without disturbing the spirits; he simply located them and then established a connection with the Spirit Gathering Pearl.
Finally, it was handed over to Xie Jinhui, and together we gathered and concentrated all the divine senses.
The Spirit Gathering Pearl finally absorbed all the immortal power and then became increasingly radiant and light.
It detached from Xie Jinhui's palm and floated alone in the air, its upper half silent and its lower half shining brightly.
Look at the geographical locations emanating from within the sphere, and they will fit one by one into the beams of light radiating outwards.
Each ray of light represents a message from a pair of parents who once gave birth to a spirit.
Whether it's a fleeting romance or a forced union, whether it's based on genuine feelings or not, or whether it's driven by some infatuation.
In any case, they all fell into the trap of the seven desires, and in various ways, they became couples in fact or on the verge of it, and they all had children.
Just like Xie Jinhui and I, we ended up having a son out of nowhere.
The beams of light shot out quickly, like arrows, towards all directions. Even faster, some light was already traveling back in reverse, whistling through space, saying that they had already carried the weight of divine consciousness.
The consciousnesses drawn in by the beam of light were truly diverse, including all sorts of species.
They were all in a semi-conscious state; some were already dead, while others still retained their physical forms from this life.
Xie Jinhui and I decided to wait until all the divine consciousnesses were gathered before awakening them together.
Otherwise, we'll tell them our plan one by one.
Even if my brother joins in the chatter, it would still take several years to finish talking about everything.
There are so many kinds of spirit parents that I've lost count and can't even remember them all!
The divine consciousness in the sky piled up more and more, and the beams of light moved back and forth like lightning.
It went down with a clear, crisp sound, then came back with a heavy, resounding thud.
The interplay of light quickly weaves an increasingly spectacular web of species around us.
It was as if every living and non-living thing in the world had gathered together, making Xie Jinhui and me look like creator gods about to create the world.
In a moment, all it takes is to make a swiping motion into the void and push the species in, and a new world is instantly created.
The older brother in the divine consciousness saw these divine consciousnesses and let out a series of sighs.
"What a terrible thing!" Sixth Brother shook his head with his hands behind his back.
"I didn't expect those seven sinister kids to be so patient; it must have been quite a struggle."
"This is... they've found everything in the world, everything that's possible and impossible." Fourth Brother's voice sounded mocking, but it was actually filled with anger.
"Sigh!" Seventh Brother sighed in a very old-fashioned tone, "It's just that Su Ling is too powerful and too compassionate."
He bound himself to all living beings, ignoring the self he had sacrificed, and was able to follow his actions and replace him.
“Yes, clean water is good, but once one part is polluted, the entire river will never be the same again and will only continue to deteriorate,” the third brother said with feeling.
The second brother paced back and forth, lost in thought, muttering to himself.
"Su Ling should not be the Heavenly Emperor; he is not suitable."
“Hey, hey, second brother, that’s not right!” Fifth brother objected. “It’s not that Su Ling is unsuitable, but rather that the laws of Heaven are not worthy of him and should not restrain him.”
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The Su Ling mentioned by the brothers refers to the Holy Emperor Sheng Sheng.
Standing beside me is a wisp of Su Ling's divine consciousness, who originated from the uncorrupted emperor of the past.
But his task was to get involved in this dark and chaotic situation, where people were lost because of sacrifices.
Join us in boiling the dirty water and removing the filth.
After listening to my brothers' words, my feelings deepened: for a true god, so-called transcendence is just a form of dimensional reduction.
The frequency of the beams from the Spirit Gathering Pearl gradually decreased.
As I gazed at the divine consciousnesses floating in mid-air, I found myself in an embarrassing state of ignorance.
Tigers, lions, seven-step snakes, giant salamanders, and sunflowers are floating over there...
Here lie two raindrops, two fallen leaves, a pair of crabs, and a pair of embroidered shoes...
Behind me were intertwined beams of light, and the various spirits of the dead, some of which I could still identify as a type of grass, a flower, or a melon from a certain vine.
The lightest, floating overhead, are now indistinguishable; they are alive or dead, and dead or alive.
The tide on the first day of the lunar month, the ebb and flow on the fifteenth. The wind from the east, the gentle whirlpool from the west.
Red represents an idea, blue represents a wish.
And there are two strange feet growing from the ball...
What is all this nonsense? Is the world really that strange?
It's beyond my comprehension. No matter what you put together, you can give birth to a child whose parentage you don't even know?
The brothers said that this is the secret of the Yin-Yang world. Everything in the world, whether tangible or intangible, has Yin and Yang, is a spiritual entity, and is indispensable.
The Seven Desires, who fled to the lower realm, knew this principle, so they resorted to any means to find all sorts of things, forcibly pairing them up to create a replacement body and power for him.
Looking at these things sends chills down my spine; the thought of using them to make leather clothing makes me shudder.
Not long after, Xie Jinhui finally descended from the radiant aerial altar, carrying the Spirit Gathering Pearl, which had achieved perfect merit and was as quiet as the white of his eye.
My God has returned to my side, and together we count the spirits one by one.
The parents of the spirits were all present, and Xie Jinhui and I were among them.
Xie Jinhui and I intertwined our fingers, and with the same intention, we jointly uttered the Awakening Incantation as gentle as a breeze.
We are surrounded by a faint, radiant light. The awakening mantra, a series of tiny incantations, passes through the bright divine seal on our foreheads, and we gain divine power.
The syllable-shaped light spots scattered in all directions, and the sharp, trembling sound gently struck the particles of consciousness of all things still shrouded in mist.
Amidst the tremors and gentle soothing, the consciousnesses gradually opened their eyes.
Pairs of spirits who once formed an inextricable bond, some recognized each other, while others were complete strangers.
Some are enemies, blood relatives, or lovers, complete strangers; some are at each other's throats; some are intimately close; and many more are simply bewildered.
The embroidered shoes bumped against each other, knocking mud off the uppers of each other's shoes, one step at a time, walking on the clouds.
Xie Jinhui and I spoke frankly, revealing in detail why we summoned them, how the Seven Desires would replace the Holy Emperor Shengcheng, disrupt the world, and our plan to have them cooperate and sacrifice themselves.
As you can imagine, after we've said everything, the space will be filled with so many species.
Suddenly, the deafening noise turned into a deathly silence where you couldn't even smell your breath.
Dead silence, a long, dead silence, but thankfully time flows fast enough here to keep us silent for a thousand years.
Absolute shock, bewilderment, and fear that engulfed everything.
Of course, those spirits that have died and are suddenly awakened also experience an additional fear of life.
The breeze and the whirlwind embraced each other, stirring up thoughts of red and blue.
The tranquility faded away with a tiny ripple, leaving behind a hoarse, hazy, and barely perceptible murmur in the air.
If they had eyes, they would all have lowered their gazes and focused on me and Xie Jinhui.
I heard the spirits of the dead lamenting their reunion, "We had no hope that we could still exist in this world."
What does the world have to do with us if we don't exist?
It is because of our existence that those children exist; if we become a link in the chain of evil...
We are grateful that we can still bring our children along to atone for our sins.
Why do those who have died seem to have a sense of world-weariness and even condemn themselves?
I spoke quickly.
"No, you are innocent. You are simply the most perfect pair of beings. You were forced, not willingly, to submit to the seven desires."
“No!” those spirits sighed gently, “Our perfection is a sin; what the world needs is imperfection and ignorance.”
We have given the seven desires the imagination and opportunities to rely on; we are guilty.
Uh, are these people who have personally experienced the victim-blaming theory?
In any case, they agreed in a rather strange way.
Some of the responses from the divine consciousness were vague, intermittent, and illogical.
For example, raindrops, leaves, and cotton wool.
They said, "It's broken, it's rotten, it's warm."
Having gone through it all, I understand what a child is, what death is, and what dedication is.
Are you going to burn us alive? How could we? We haven't even lived yet.
"Fearless, curious!"
Perhaps even the Heavenly Emperor and the Goddess could not speak a language that all living beings could understand.
People will not all have the same way of understanding.
They are indeed spiritual beings; it's already quite remarkable that they can speak, think, and express themselves.
Some people truly don't understand greatness and sacrifice.
And who are they, and what is their significance?
The gaze shifted to the wild beasts, birds, insects, and ants.
They nodded or shook their heads hesitantly.
On the one hand, they believe the children are innocent, and on the other hand, they understand that if they don't do this, more children will not be able to see a future.
In the end, they said, "Since the children already have no freedom, why don't we, as parents, let them be free just once, even if it's just for a moment, so that the children can be children again?"
The sky was tinged with the honey color of dusk, signifying that hundreds of years of human history had passed.
Their breath, carrying fatigue, sweat, and the scent of life, rushed into the space where we were.
The sensitive divine sense detected the strong sense of depravity within, which was the result of the subtle influence of the seven desires in the lower realm.
They gradually tainted the simple hearts of ordinary people with feasts, rich food, beautiful women, wealth, and power.
They present people with a rapid flow of images, ostensibly to relax the mind and body, but in reality, they disrupt thinking and deprive people of the ability to think independently.
They paint their words with intense passion, enticing people to be aroused at all times, thus engaging in mutual debauchery, regardless of status or willingness.
They teach their children to see only love, and this love promotes the idea of having countless partners.
They instigate those in power to plunder and seize the jobs that every hardworking person has worked so hard to earn.
Those who corrupt everything that brings hope can only be condemned as hypocrites.
Trampling, trampling all that is beautiful, only when beauty is destroyed, can the darkness of the world truly be white.
I heard the thunderous sound of the heavenly drums and saw the shadowy figure of a supreme god who had returned to his rightful place after undergoing tribulations.
Through the Mirror of Illumination displayed by Xie Jinhui, the divine beings saw the scene of this supreme god in the human world.
He suffered immense torment and humiliation, and one morning he was ostracized from the world, where he died alone and tragically.
This deity was originally a breath of fresh air bestowed upon the world by the celestial realm. Now that he has been banished, one wonders how that world will protect itself.
That world is sick, sick because the source of healing is cut off time and time again.
The spirits were furious and even spat at the Mirror of Illumination.
Spit rained down on the earth, and in an instant, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.
The gods smiled faintly, finding nothing to be angry about, yet the wrath of all living beings filled the emptiness of the world; that was the thunder that would never be extinguished.
The thoughts of red and blue choked with sobs, weeping for the world's utter incomprehension.
At this moment, all the opposition, conflict, unfamiliarity, and intimacy between the consciousnesses vanished.
Whether it's God, matter, or spirit, all of them, with the help of the red and blue ideology, have connected with each other through the most primal senses.
It's not language, but the mind, or understanding.
That was our shared original intention in coming together as one.
May the world be at peace. I am you, and you are me. May you, me, and us all be safe and joyful.
"Our very existence is a contribution. Why must we live a life of earth-shattering grandeur to meet the expectations of the world, instead of living freely according to our original aspirations, without regard for others, and dying for the benefit of all beings?" the consciousnesses said.
“We came from nothing, had a period of joy and excitement, and it’s only natural that we’d return to nothing,” the seven brothers echoed.
Xie Jinhui and I clasped hands, listening to the final decision from the divine consciousnesses.
"Heavenly Emperor, Goddess, are your children also trapped by the seven desires?"
The kind of sacrifice you're willing to make, we're willing to try, even if it means death.
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