nucmednet Chapter 305: God of Painting, you lose.
Chapter 305: God of Painting, you lose.
In this dream, Shen Xing saw himself studying hard for countless days and nights, saw the wisdom and strength those books gave him, and also saw the sweat and tears he paid in pursuit of his dreams.
However, all the beauty and efforts seemed so pale and powerless at this moment. They were ruthlessly devoured by the flames and turned into nothingness.
Shen Xing felt unprecedented pain and helplessness. He understood that he was about to leave this world and leave behind the books and dreams he loved so much.
But he also understood that even if his life came to an end, the memories of knowledge, courage and persistence would be forever engraved in his heart and become the eternal fire of his soul.
Shen Xing's consciousness began to drift between reality and illusion. He felt that he was no longer bleeding, but as if the soul of every book was slowly flowing out of his blood vessels, turning into invisible forces surrounding him.
The souls of these books, whether passionate, gentle, profound, or pure, each carries Shen Xing's memories and emotions from the past years.
He gazed at the souls of books hovering in the air, and his heart was filled with unprecedented complex emotions.
He seemed to see his own efforts and pursuits over the years, just like these books, which were read, understood, and remembered one by one, but seemed so illusory at the moment when they finally turned into ashes.
"It's not that I don't work hard, it's not that I'm not good enough..." Shen Xing murmured to himself, his voice full of unwillingness and helplessness.
He knew very well how much sweat and tears he had shed for his dream, and he knew very well that he had never stopped in his pursuit of knowledge.
However, the cruel reality forced him to face the fact that:
In this world, sometimes hard work and excellence are not enough to change everything. The injustice of the world and the tricks of fate often make people feel powerless.
He felt an unprecedented emptiness and despair, as if all his efforts over the years had come to nothing.
He began to doubt his own value and whether everything he pursued was really meaningful. He seemed to see his own life, just like these books, although it had been glorious and brilliant, but in the end it could not escape the fate of being forgotten and destroyed.
Shen Xing closed his eyes and let the souls of the books hover around him. He no longer struggled or resisted, but chose to accept it all calmly.
Just then, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and heavy rain poured down.
The rain mercilessly extinguished the flames and also extinguished the fire of hope in Shen Xing's heart.
He lay in a pool of blood, looking at the gradually dying fire, a bitter smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He knew that he would leave this world forever. At the moment he closed his eyes, the villagers were still outside anxiously calling his name, but they would never be able to find him.
In the illusion, with light and shadow interweaving, a man in a black robe, with a handsome face and an imposing manner, quietly appeared.
His skin was extremely white, like the purest jade under the moonlight, and his eyes were even more different from those of ordinary people, flashing a dazzling red light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
He held an exquisite folding fan in his hand, swaying it gently, giving him a romantic and suave look. An ancient brush was casually inserted in his hair, adding a touch of literary and artistic atmosphere.
He sat leisurely opposite Shen Xing, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had already seen through everything.
"God of Painting, how long will your soul be wandering in the world?" His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of subtle teasing, "Could it be that you are experiencing the joys and sorrows of the human world again in this fantasy world?"
When Shen Xing heard this, his heart was shocked, as if he was pulled back to reality from an endless abyss.
He looked up at the man in black robe, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but was immediately replaced by an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Book God Yuan Wu..." He spoke calmly. Although his voice was light, it carried an unquestionable affirmation.
The Book God Yuan Wu smiled slightly, as if he was not surprised by Shen Xing's reaction.
"It seems that you finally recognized me." He gently put down his folding fan and looked at Shen Xing with deep eyes. "Although the human world is good, it is also full of helplessness and injustice. What do you feel from your experience of coming to the human world this time?"
Shen Xing pondered for a moment, his eyes became deep and complicated.
"I have learned a lot." He said slowly, "I thought that I could change my fate and realize my ideals through my own efforts and talents. However, reality has repeatedly told me that things are unpredictable and human power is limited. Those books and knowledge that I regarded as treasures, unexpectedly, seemed so fragile and powerless under the flames."
"But even so," Shen Xing changed the subject, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "I still believe that knowledge and wisdom are eternal. They may be destroyed by a temporary disaster, but they will never be forgotten. As long as there are people willing to pass them on and believe in them, they will always illuminate the way forward for mankind."
When Book God Yuan Wu heard this, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
"Painting God, you really didn't let me down." He said softly, "Remember, no matter how the world changes, no matter how unfair the world is, as long as you have light and faith in your heart, you will never lose your way."
After saying this, he gently waved his folding fan, and the illusion began to gradually dissipate, revealing the appearance of heaven.
They were sitting in the pavilion in the West Garden.
A man plays the piano.
One person reading.
Two people playing chess.
"Painting God, you lose."
"Shen Xing? Your name is really... ordinary."
Upon hearing this, Shen Xing slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the other side of the table, where the chess god Yitian was sitting.
Yi Tian was gently taking back a chess piece, as if he was still unsatisfied with the game just now.
He looked up at Shen Xing, a playful smile on his face, and asked, "Painting God, what you just experienced, could it be the same as the experience of Book God Yuan Wu? But it's strange, Book God always seems to be elusive, and now he disappeared without a trace."
Shen Xing frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled by the sudden departure of the God of Books, but then he felt relieved.
He shook his head slightly and sighed:
"The words left by the God of Books are very meaningful. 'Who is not living someone else's life?' Perhaps, each of us is experiencing different life trajectories in our own way, feeling our own joys and sorrows."
Just as the two were immersed in their own thoughts, the melodious piano music suddenly stopped.
Shen Xing and Yitian looked up at the same time, and saw the sound of the zither god gently stroking the strings, with a solemn light flashing in his eyes.
She looked at Shen Xing and Yi Tian and said in a deep voice: "The first generation of the Demon Lord announced that he would destroy the world and re-establish what he called a 'fair' six realms. What do you think about this?"