Kaminari has always been observing the universe and the order of everything. If any order is disrupted, he must intervene at the appropriate time, but he cannot interfere too much.
Because everything has its own destiny, as the way of heaven, we can only follow the natural course, the long river of history, and the footsteps of the future.
As the Heavenly Dao, it also favors a certain world, a world that is extremely beautiful, with harmonious people and magnificent mountains and rivers.
That world, like other worlds, has a very long and turbulent history, and its people have a profound faith etched into their souls.
He can see everything, but he can only watch.
He will see people die every day in this world, and people are born every day in this world.
He watched as the people he had once spoken with grew from youth to old age. He had many things he wanted to say, but when the words reached his lips, there was no one to talk to.
Having been lonely for thousands, tens of thousands, or even longer, perhaps this is the fate of every Heavenly Dao.
As time ticked by, he grew numb.
He no longer had any expectations.
After all, we choose our own path.
He got the result he wanted.
He closed his eyes, wanting to rest again, but as soon as he closed his eyes... the surroundings suddenly became noisy, with people's voices clamoring. He smelled a familiar scent, which made him subconsciously open his eyes.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw—I saw myself in the world I had longed for, I saw myself back.
It was the setting sun high in the sky that reminded him.
It was the flowers and grass swaying in the wind that called to him.
It was the passersby, carrying flower baskets, who told him this.
This is an annual anniversary.
This commemorates the founding of the Holy Kingdom and the sacrifices of the martyrs of that year.
This is something I will never forget.
"The thing I fear most about an anniversary is choosing flowers, because I'm afraid the people in heaven will get tired of seeing them... Sigh, after thinking it over, I still chose the 'Manyu Flower'."
"This place is full of irises."
“This is different. The ones we deliver are different from those that grow on the ground.”
"What's different?"
"Only the flowers we send have any sentimental value... We need to hurry, or we won't be able to fit all the flowers on the tombstone!"
As they chatted, a sense of crisis arose, so they quickly ran over.
Shen Wuyue then came to her senses and saw countless tombstones on both sides of the road. On each tombstone, someone had left flowers, and some people were saying something in front of the tombstone.
Directly in front of them was a giant monument, inscribed with many characters... These characters belonged to the people of that great battle that year. They were as high as mountains and as wide as the sea, and were carved with a special technique that made them glow. There were hundreds of millions of names written on them.
This is one of the most magnificent buildings in the Holy Kingdom.
The wind blew Kannazuki's hair, and his eyes flickered slightly, but the people around him couldn't see him. The path was too crowded, and some people even passed right through his body.
He smiled, bent down, picked up a wildflower from the ground, and placed it on the tombstone. He repeated this action countless times, offering flowers to every tombstone, whether he knew them or not.
The flowers on the ground are different from the flowers in my hand.
What's on the ground is what people love.
What I hold in my hand is a gift from the gods.
The gods will always love humanity.
Therefore, the gods are always with the people.
When we finally reached the giant monument, it was already dusk. The setting sun shone warmly, enveloping the world in its gentle glow. There is always something beautiful about humanity.
He could see clearly in places inaccessible to people; some heroic spirits would choose to reincarnate, while others would choose to protect.
He offered a profusion of flowers to the monument and bowed slightly in a divine manner.
"Thank you to all the martyrs for building the city for our holy country."
"The gods are with you."
He smiled faintly, knowing he would never forget those days.
There were still many people around, but it wasn't crowded. Everyone came in an orderly fashion to offer flowers, then bowed, chatted, and left.
This is a habit that has lasted for tens of thousands of years, a tacit understanding that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.
Shinjutsu bent down again and picked a blooming flower.
He slowly walked in the direction of the martyrs' monument, and it took him a long time to reach the end.
Beyond the end is a cliff overlooking the entire Noah world, and in the middle of the cliff is a tombstone—the tomb of the young lady.
He knew that the young lady had been resurrected, but now there was no need to meet her again.
He walked to the young lady's grave, offered her a bouquet of flowers, knelt before the tombstone, and stroked it.
"It's been a long time, Miss."
That was all he wanted to say.
He stood up, gazed into the distance, and could see every flower and tree in the world, and everything in the world.
The setting sun, the crimson clouds, the clear river, the high mountains.
The winding road stretches on, its end unknown.
He thought he was satisfied and that he should leave.
Just then, a voice came from inside.
"Are you ready with your flowers? I'm getting ten for myself today!"
"Ready, ready, slow down."
Following the direction of the sound, a beautiful young woman walked over with a gentle smile. Her hair was long, but it was held by the man behind her. Her golden eyes were more beautiful and more breathtaking than the afterglow of the setting sun.
Kannazuki stood frozen in place.
The girl and the man could not see him.
They walked to the young lady's tombstone and laid flowers.
After everything was settled, she sat on the edge of the cliff, her hair hanging down.
She gazed at the beautiful land, bought with the sacrifice of countless people, and smiled softly:
"Jun Chenlan, do you think... Feng Xi can see this?"
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