Chapter 41: Chapter 35: Gods and Hypocrisy
Fu Qingjun watched helplessly as the entire civilization of the Demon Country was born and then fell.
Their seemingly lengthy civilization of over twenty epochs, in my eyes, was nothing more than a few fleeting moments; just going out and blowing the horn a bit, spending a few days researching the pattern of this new world...
But for the life within, it was everything.
Fu Qingjun sat at the table, overlooking the tear-streaked Jiaxia on the land of blazing flames, feeling somewhat emotionally complex.
In this moment, the world on the table’s sandbox with its deicide and upheavals made him fully realize:
That what he raised on the wooden table was not just a simple ant nest culture dish...
Since he had given these ants advanced souls, they possessed true intelligent life, and it was far from being that simple.
On the pear wood table was raised...
A civilization of wisdom.
They developed in such a narrow table sand world, yet they had their own spirit and courage!
From the perspective of the development history of some kind of intelligent life, the ant creatures here were no different in essence from the primitive human tribes on Earth five thousand years ago.
Fu Qingjun inexplicably thought of the battle between Chi You and the Yellow Emperor, and even various other ancient mythological stories of the most primitive tribes.
"Now, am I not an eternal vast Ancient God in the sky, overlooking and witnessing... the ancient historical tribal myth of the ant civilization?"
"An epic of vast waves."
Fu Qingjun hesitated for a few seconds, gazing down at Jiaxia, his expression gradually solemn.
Back then, the timid and weak skinny red ant, who announced the ancient miracles to the whole land but was besieged by the beings, later found himself crawling alone on the ground. Even when he learned that the gods no longer protected the beings of the land, he did not weep in despair to this point; he still decided to save the beings who besieged him...
No longer having gods, he became a god himself.
No longer having a future, he created a future for himself.
The young man who wrote the blasphemous tablet returned to rule the beings on the ground in another form, creating glory through countless hardships, yet ultimately faced the end of being besieged by the beings a second time.
"It seems like the great horror of fate."
Fu Qingjun was shocked; he was after all still a young man.
For a moment, he felt a sense of admiration for this lonely old man, who turned into a mythic epic’s majestic figure, this great hero king who should have led people forward in myth, yet he did not know what to say.
"The second time, Jiaxia."
Fu Qingjun’s voice passed through the vast mist, landing on the pockmarked land of flames.
"Yes, the second time..."
Jiaxia’s voice was hoarse, gazing at the vast unknowable level being in the sky.
This was his first time having a distant sight, still blurry, but he could clearly see the silhouette.
Solemn, majestic, magnificent, vast, all-encompassing, as gigantic as the entire world... none of the most splendid words in the world could describe it all!!
Three ancient gods descended simultaneously.
The numerous fine pattern mazes swirling in the mist, the white whirlpool, contain all the truths of the world, and is the God of Knowledge, Hermes!
The endless black pillars piercing through the infinite space-time in the mist is the God of Creation, Amiro, containing all things and life of the world!
The last enormous face, hard to discern, shapeless and formless, is probably the legendary Nameless God of Wisdom!
A Trinity!
Three of the oldest beings descended at the same time!
Jiaxia should have shown reverence and enough ceremony, but at this moment, looking at what seemed to be a vast being traversing eternal ancient times, he couldn’t help but burst into tears.
His cries were heart-wrenching.
Perhaps in the outside world, to the eternally ubiquitous awe-inspiring divine Jiaxia, it is only here where he can expose his vulnerability.
Fu Qingjun was also silent. He rested his chin on one hand, his hair fluttering, looking from a distance at the table half a meter away engulfed in burning flames, hesitatingly said, "Jiaxia, you are not truly a god, you have no obligation to protect the beings on the land."
Jiaxia, tear-streaked, slowly raised his head, and very earnestly said, "Precisely because I am not a god, I protect the beings on the land."
"Because only oneself can protect oneself."
At this moment, he seemed like a naive young man once more, suddenly pointing to the ground, at the remains of Odyssey and the warriors, somewhat desolately said, "In this world, there are still those with kindness in their hearts, and that is enough."
Fu Qingjun remained silent.
Jiaxia’s breath was wilting, old, exhausted.
His figure was gradually aging, as if all his oil had been burned out.
No longer the graceful demeanor, nor the unparalleled dominance, nor the heroic aura of dragons coiled and tigers crouched, like an old man in twilight...
His state...
Has fallen.
This unparalleled hero barely broke through the mysterious Martial Arts Fourth Realm, which had no record in human history, but instantly regressed...
Even the Martial Arts Third Realm began to collapse...
Fu Qingjun knew the agony in his heart was unbearable, his face twisted, this had already become a Heart Demon, the will of Martial Dao thoroughly unstable, Jiaxia was about to become completely ruined...
Jiaxia’s inner deity, broken.
The heart died.
And so the man died.
No sorrow is greater than a dead heart.
Though Fu Qingjun had only just begun training in Martial Dao, he understood that when a person’s inner faith collapses, it leads to utter decadence, living in constant anxiety, and it’s very difficult to rise again.
Fu Qingjun remained silent for a few seconds, unsure how to help the other person regain the shattered belief in Martial Dao.
Suddenly, Fu Qingjun spoke coldly:
"Jiaxia, you are the greatest hypocrite in this world."
Jiaxia was stunned, wiped his tears, and suddenly asked, "May I ask the God of Wisdom, what is true goodness?"
He seemed to have some suspicion that the one he was speaking with might be the God of Wisdom, for only wisdom could engage in such discourse.
Fu Qingjun said indifferently: "Among the lives created by God, there is a child named Jiaxia, a kind soul who feels pain whenever he sees other people’s sorrow, thus he tries to help them.
Meanwhile, if God created a replica of Jiaxia without consciousness, merely imitating the boy’s actions to help the inhabitants of Earth. God gave them each a name, one is called true goodness, and the other is called false goodness."
"Tell me, who is true goodness, and who is false goodness?"
Hearing this, Jiaxia was momentarily stunned but suddenly laughed without thinking: "Of course, that replica life is false...."
His expression suddenly froze, his pupils dilated.
Not right...
Not right...
His expression completely froze, as if turned into a statue.
"I see! I see!"
"I am the false goodness myself, the replica Jiaxia who helps others without reason is the true goodness.... Therefore, there is no true goodness in this world; all kindness in life is entirely false!!"
Jiaxia suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter, "It seems I help them only to ease my own discomfort at seeing their suffering, yearning merely for the comfort of having helped them and their gratitude, which is hardly true goodness..."
This is an invisible trade!
Instantly, a terrifying thought flashed in Jiaxia’s mind.
He remembered the words God spoke after the first time the masses surrounded him:
[Worship, offering, slaughter, sacrifice of comrades, all complex rituals of respect have become to you the trading chips taken for granted, rather than worshipping God, it’s more desiring continuous trade with God.]
He was also engaging in trade.
He was a god making trade in reverse... on that side.
He yearned to trade with the inhabitants of Earth, their worship, offerings, respect, belief... were all regarded by him as mere mortals’ trading chips.
"I am, after all, not truly the God of Wisdom; helping Earth’s inhabitants was just to satisfy my heart, yearning for their worship, to become their leader." Jiaxia rasped: "If I were not thinking this way, I wouldn’t be so anxious and gain-seeking."
"This is a trade! Deep in my heart, I believe they are not adhering to the rules of trade, which is why I am so enraged!" He suddenly felt a kind of unfathomable aura completely release, no longer obsessed with the attitude of Earth’s inhabitants towards him, appearing carefree.
Hahaha!!
"If I were the True God of Mankind, helping Earth’s inhabitants is my duty, what does their worship or hate of me matter to me?"
"God does not care about the emotions of the living beings; divine goodness is unbothered by gain or loss, pure and transparent, without distractions or selfish desires, that is true goodness!" He suddenly burst into laughter, the sound growing louder, resonating through the entire blazing tabletop, the entire abyss hidden beneath the Earth heard the wild laughter.
Boom...
Rumble!
In an instant, a vast essence, energy, and spirit enveloped the entire world, carrying an indescribable sanctity.
As if a tempest, the immense essence, energy, and spirit swirled above his head, forming a magnificent giant spiritual image of himself, the Martial Dao aura of a True God.
At this moment, Jiaxia returned to the Third Realm, directly entering the Fourth Realm.