Now it seems that Li Mingyue is just like that child.
He would secretly copy the "text" on his "arms and stomach" until he "left the school" and spread the "text" so that people all over the world would have the wisdom and knowledge to resist the rules.
This is very difficult, and if he can do it for generations, even "perseverance" will not be enough to describe him.
I looked at him and then looked away.
On this night, we raised our glasses together and watched the long fireworks.
I listened to their vision.
I took note of their expectations.
I remember their faces.
Perhaps, the generations to come are us, with our emotions, our personalities, and our responsibilities. Perhaps, they also have their own independent freedoms, and we are just the "previous lives" that are pinned on their souls.
In this way I will accumulate... until my Ark is complete, until the old gods awaken.
We will become priests, and perhaps in the next life we will be followers of priests.
We will become doctors, and perhaps in our next life we will be a baby that the doctor once delivered.
We will become soldiers who collect corpses, and perhaps in the next life we will be executioners who start a war.
The corpses of generations accumulate, and after a thousand years, when the old gods awaken, everything will come to an end.
"In their dreams they returned to a civilization that had not yet been destroyed. They laughed in the spring, fished by the lake, made hats out of straw, and wove wreaths out of flowers."
And I hope,
——When the Ark arrives and the old gods awaken, we open our eyes and what we see will not be a dream.
Until that day, the gods issued an order to "completely erase history and wipe out all traces of the old gods."
I stood on the snow-white tower and started the plan.
…
Su Mingan's perspective was suddenly interrupted.
He still couldn't understand what kind of plan this was, what the Ark was, what the iceberg was, and what the purpose of reincarnation was.
Then he saw a person standing in front of him.
The black knife extended forward to block the stabbing long sword. Lu Shu's white hair fluttered and blood flowed from his wrist that had overexerted itself.
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