In this story that lasted for a thousand years, not everyone's sacrifice had earth-shattering value. Their deaths might have been caused by the Holy Alliance's anger or misunderstandings caused by the inability to convey information. Not every death was as spectacular and epic as the death of the Nine Seats. Some deaths even seemed insignificant and would not have affected the overall situation even if they had not occurred.
But this is not funny or ridiculous... because this is reality.
Death is just death, there is nothing to praise or glorify. Once you die, you are dead. There is nothing left. Even falling down when you go out can cause death.
What is truly worth praising is the meaning behind death - whether they died with a will in their hearts, or died thinking about an unyielding ideal, or before death, they were still thinking about something or someone. Even if they were not prepared when death came, or died without any meaning, they are still worthy of respect.
"Next, I will tell you part of the Millennium Plan. Please listen carefully..." Su Mingan narrated.
With a click, the pen in Wang Xingkai's hand fell to the ground. He looked at the sky outside the window in shock: "So the Millennium Plan that Su Xiaobai wrote on the paper really exists..."
The classroom suddenly became chaotic.
"Then what does the special medicine Su Xiaobai mentioned earlier mean..."
"The meaning of the 10,000 timelines that Su Xiaobai wrote on the paper before..."
"And the nature of the Dream Patrol game... No way..."
Teacher Jiang stared at the empty seat in shock. Suddenly, as if she had an epiphany, she rushed to the office, turned out every paper Su Xiaobai had written, and reported those seemingly nonsense answers to the military.
In the past they only regarded these as jokes, but now, at this moment when the millennium has officially arrived - the jokes have meaning.
"Su Xiaobai... who is he?" Tao Meng murmured to herself.
She looked at the empty seat in the classroom and suspected that she had heard it wrongly - why did the God's voice sound so much like the voice of Su Xiaobai who had skipped class today.
She discussed it with her classmates and they all made up their minds - they would definitely ask Su Xiaobai clearly when he teaches next time!
But what they didn’t know was that "Su Xiaobai" would never come back.
There was an empty seat and a sycamore leaf was placed on the table, fluttering slightly.
This is destined to be an unsolvable answer.
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The sky brightened.
A dazzling sword appeared, as if it was about to split the sky and earth. Su Mingan was just standing on the rooftop of Daoya City, but everyone could see him.
He held a golden sword in his hand, his black hair fluttered, his white robe embroidered with gold thread was raised, and he was surrounded by white tentacles - exactly the appearance of the old gods in ancient books.
The dark spirit of the followers lay on his shoulder, and the white spirit of the followers squatted at his feet.
Under the overwhelming golden light, countless silk threads appeared - this was the effect of Su Mingan's title: [Seeing the overlapping causal lines].
The sword of destiny can cut destiny.
"Dieying, you dark and creepy guy, what's the point of hiding in the starry sky? If you have the guts, come down and fight me."
"A thousand years have passed. Your story is coming to an end, and there will be no new beginnings."
"Do you dare to perform this final act with me, no matter what tricks you use, or just use the dance skills you have practiced for thousands of years?"
The tip of the sword reached the starry sky, and his voice remained soft, not like a cold provocation or declaration of war, but rather like a calm narrative poem.
Everyone stood up involuntarily, and with some unspeakable emotion in their hearts, they looked at him. They did not kneel down humbly, nor did they close their eyes and pray, but straightened their backs, as if they were equals... looking at him.
He is a god, but he has never looked down on humanity itself.
He is the being who holds the highest authority over all life, but he never thinks that he is above everyone else.
What he needs... is not believers who only bow their heads and pray, not pious people who only kneel down. Instead, it is...
His fingers were slightly curled.
It was as if countless invisible threads were tied in his hands, rooted in the earth, connecting everyone on this hot land. At the other end, it was connected to his scorching heart.
He is their god, the gathering place of their faith, and the ultimate guide of all emotions for thousands of years. But what he needs is a companion to fight together.
In this struggle that has lasted for a thousand years... no one takes it for granted that they are superior to anyone else, they all hold... a common goal.
The young man softly announced the final speech:
"From now on, you can laugh, cry, sing and paint. If you wish to be a nightingale, I will allow you to sing in the sunshine."
"I promise you a free soul that is not controlled by anyone."
"I promise you - a destiny that is no longer controlled by others and is in your own hands."
"Now, people fifty generations later——"
He raised his sword high and declared war on the starry sky:
【Respect——the light that never goes out! 】
【Cheers——the wind of freedom! 】
[Cheers to the ever-bright lighthouse on the command boat! ]
【Respect humanity! Respect freedom! Respect the future!!】
"——Let's land on our thousand-year-old hometown!"
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The blade of the sword, embellished with gold and gems, gleamed in the sun. His eyes were like gems.
The last thing that fell from the sky was a grand sunset. The last ray of burning day flowed around him like an everlasting fire.
Above the starry sky, eyes as deep blue as the sea opened, as if sensing the arrival of the final time node.
The clock struck the last inch, and the [Ark] sailing nearly to the sky, covered in darkness and frost, arrived at the other side, where what was waiting was——
It is an ideal country where day and night collide, sky and earth flow, and hectares can be covered in an instant - it is the extremely moving dawn that exists on the other side, piercing the darkness.
——Looking for light on the other side.
There is no scene more moving than this moment.
He swore to protect human dignity with his sword until his death.
Suddenly, people were shouting his name.
They shouted--
The god - Su Ming'an leads us.
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