Dylan stood on the edge of the wasteland, relentlessly pursued by demons behind her, and before her lay a bottomless, black river. On the other side of the river lay her home.
"I can't cross," Dylan's voice trembled. "The river is too wide."
Tristan stood beside her, calmly watching the churning black river.
"Everyone must cross their own river of soul," he said. "I can only take you this far."
"But I'm scared." Tears streamed down Dylan's face. "I can't do it alone."
Tristan remained silent for a long time. He turned away, his back to the homeland Dylan longed for, facing the boundless wasteland teeming with demons.
"Then don't go."
Dylan was stunned.
"Everyone tells you to bravely move forward, to cross the darkness, and to reach the light."
Tristan's voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a still lake.
"But sometimes, daring to stay where you are, or even daring to turn back, takes even greater courage."
"Because crossing the wasteland is for returning home. If returning home brings you pain, then what is the meaning of the other shore?"
He stretched out his hand, pointing to the path Dylan had taken.
“Go back,” Tristan said.
“Go back to where you died, go back to the source of your suffering.”
This time, it's not about running away, but about seeing clearly what you're truly afraid of.
"Can...can I?"
"Yes." Tristan's eyes reflected the only light in the wasteland. "Because you are not alone."
Dylan looked at his outstretched hand, then at the bottomless black river. Suddenly, she understood.
The true journey is not about ferrying someone to a brighter future, but about having the courage to go against the tide and return to the beginning of darkness.
Wang De'an and Xu Lan gasped almost simultaneously.
One tells you that you can only rely on yourself.
Another one tells you that you are not alone.
This is not a matter of scale or size.
These are two completely different, yet equally profound philosophies!
"Hurry! Hurry!"
Wang De'an suddenly stood up, his face flushed with excitement.
"Xu Lan, format it immediately! Publish this chapter urgently! Promote it through all of the magazine's channels!"
He quickly logged into the official Weibo account of "New Tide" and his fingers clattered on the keyboard.
He found the comment section that had been flooded with "dream weaver fans," but didn't reply to anyone.
He simply released the statement that Jian Shen had asked him to make, in an official capacity.
[New Tide Magazine V: "Moving forward takes courage; daring to turn back is a miracle. Because God will accompany you through hell again." — Jian Shen]
As soon as this Weibo post was published,
It's like dropping a drop of cold water into a pot of boiling oil.
The previously one-sided public opinion has subtly stalled.
Those readers who were deeply moved by the immense impact of Yang Jian's deification.
When I saw this sentence, a soft spot in my heart was gently touched.
Yang Jian was conferred the title of god in order to end Hell.
Tristan goes against the flow so he can accompany you through hell.
One is a grand, savior-like sacrifice.
One is a small, guardian-like companionship.
[Holy crap... why am I crying? I didn't even cry when Yang Jian was made a god, but I suddenly couldn't hold back when I saw this sentence.]
Moving forward takes courage, daring to look back is a miracle... Professor Jian Shen, oh my god! This is true healing!
Damn it, I'm breaking down. I always thought that success meant running forward as fast as you could.
So it's okay to stop and look back at the wound?
If Yang Jian is a lonely king, then Tristan is a gentle god.
I want...I want both!
The wind direction is quietly shifting.
Wang De'an watched as the comments section changed from "Jian Shen, come out and take your beating" to "I kneel before Teacher Jian Shen".
He watched the comments section gradually shift in public opinion and let out a long sigh.
That breath carried away all the fatigue and anxiety.
All that remains is the relief of surviving a disaster.
The position has been held.
Xu Lan looked at his tired yet excited appearance, and her eyes reddened:
"Editor-in-chief, we... fought a brilliant battle."
Wang De'an smiled.
That smile was a mixture of exhaustion, ecstasy, and a hint of lingering fear of relief.
"yes."
He exhaled a long puff of smoke, and in the swirling smoke...
His eyes, however, were clearer than ever before.
He looked at the simple name "Jian Shen" on the screen and said nothing more.
Xu Lan, however, understood the unspoken words from his silence.
That wasn't just a simple "thank goodness he was there."
That's the author named Jian Shen.
He can not only cross over from Dylan in the novel
Even this media storm,
We went through it together.
...
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