Capítulo 1129: Chapter 30: Should Not Exist
Faced with Zhou Yan’s powerful strike, Zhou Wangchen did not fight back.
His gaze was profound and calm.
That kind of gaze seed to penetrate the might of Zhou Yan’s strike, seeing through its essence.
So Zhou Wangchen did not fight back, yet it was the coldest form of resistance.
Zhou Wangchen looked indifferently at the sword aiming at his brow, unmoved, letting it thrust towards his forehead.
However, the sword stopped just a milliter from his brow, the powerful Sword Qi almost piercing it, causing fresh red blood to flow.
“Fight back, fight back! Aren’t you going to pass on the Dao to ? If you can’t even fight back, what Dao can you pass on?”
Zhou Yan scolded.
“Fight back?”
Zhou Wangchen smiled slightly, the smile still filled with such sorrow, deep and lancholic.
“If I die by your hand, it ans you’ve taken the real first step in the Heartless Sword Dao, and I would have no regrets. After all, dying by my son’s hand is better than dying by an enemy’s, and I would be happy.”
“If I don’t die by your hand, it proves that deep down you choose the Affectionate Sword Dao. So what’s the difference? You didn’t go for the kill, then what I should pass on to you is the Affectionate Sword Dao.”
“The word ’emotion’ sotis is the root of all factors.”
Zhou Wangchen said softly.
Saying this, he gently gripped the sword, allowing his hand to slide down, imdiately creating a deep wound in his palm.
Blood, like a red stream, suddenly flowed onto Zhou Yan’s sword.
“Your sword is stained with your father’s blood.”
“If you can kill even your father, then nothing in this world can be left uncut.”
“Do you know why these statues seem so lifelike? Because I engraved them with the Affectionate Sword Dao, they naturally possess emotion. Their emotion cos from my path of affection.”
“If my heart were devoid of affection, these statues carved and resurrected with blood would be heartless.”
“Regardless of having mories of a past life, why have you co in this life? Why do I exist? Why do I carve? Perhaps because I cannot find my value in this world.”
“Because I shouldn’t exist in this world.”
Zhou Wangchen murmured, then spoke with a thoughtful tone.
His words struck Zhou Yan greatly.
“Why have I co in this life?”
“Why do I exist?”
“Because I shouldn’t exist in this world.”
…
These words seed to touch the deepest part of Zhou Yan’s heart, creating great ripples.
Zhou Yan felt that he vaguely grasped what he had lost, yet it seed as though a barrier remained, unbreakable.
Zhou Yan pondered for a long ti, a sense of irritation and unease gnawing at him, but he still couldn’t unravel this profound topic, like a complex Dao he couldn’t comprehend.
Finally, Zhou Yan withdrew his sword.
His heart cald, looking at Zhou Wangchen with the sa indifferent gaze, saying: “Heartlessness may not necessarily an slaughter, but perhaps indifference. Unfortunately, though I step into the Heartless Sword Dao, I can’t lay a hand on my own father, nor have any reason to.”
“What is cultivation for? It should be for responsibility and protection, but if stepping onto the Heartless Sword Dao ans abandoning responsibility and protection, can such a Dao truly be followed?”
“Father, before I awakened mories of my past life, your experiences seed so tragic, and deep down I aid to make you proud, so the Zhou family in Great Zhou could be respected and honored.”
“But now it seems, Father, your strength is so formidable, so why have you allowed yourself to beco so wretched?”
Zhou Yan spoke calmly.
Zhou Wangchen’s gaze held a trace of emotion, making the wrinkles on his face even deeper.
“The end of cultivation is boundless, bones upon bones turn to ashes. Sotis, what seems like a dismal past can be a kind of indulgent ease, whereas the path of growing strong can be imnsely desolate. Bitter swords, bitter wine, the harsh life of mortals, may not be an unhappiness. My child, I am indeed Jiang Shang, but I have failed you, so in this life, I silently protect your next life.”
“But this kind of protection is just that, protection, because from within the Jiang family, I know best that a superior life can erode one’s drive. Since you’ve birthed the Immortal Evil Soul, it’s certain not to be an ordinary life, so all to inspire your future strength, even suppressing cultivation to let another young Zhou genius injure you was necessary. It was—all was ford to ignite your power.”
“However, none of that matters now, for you have arduously practiced by the Cold Pond and awakened the mories of your past life early, so the road ahead needs no arrangent, you will walk it well.”
“Only, if you walk this road smoothly, those who originally sought to replace you will find their paths obstructed, drawing more powerful enemies and terrible catastrophes to you still.”
Zhou Wangchen murmured, elaborating.
Zhou Yan pondered, then spoke: “But what did you an earlier, Father, about not drinking and not belonging to this world?”
“You shouldn’t drink, it only emphasizes your mindset. Now that your mindset isn’t so stubborn, drinking is fine.”
Zhou Wangchen said, tossing a jar of wine to Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan reached out to catch it.
The wine jar was still stained with blood from Zhou Wangchen’s palm, but Zhou Yan didn’t care and drank it down in big gulps.
The liquor was intense, highly stimulating, like flas burning inside, making Zhou Yan feel an inexplicable sense of agitation.
But this feeling was quickly suppressed.
Zhou Yan looked calmly at Zhou Wangchen, knowing that Zhou Wangchen had more to say.
“As for your question about what shouldn’t exist, perhaps it’s just so sentint from my mory awakening. Before last night, my own life was sowhat unclear, the mories not very vivid. But there is one thing I rember very clearly.
Before awakening my mories, not only could I carve with my right hand, but I could also carve with my left. But after awakening the mories of my past life as Jiang Shang, I suddenly found I could no longer carve with my left hand.”
“This made doubt whether I really exist in this world.”
“Or rather, if this world exists within my awakened mories.”
Zhou Wangchen pondered as he spoke.
Then he looked calmly at Zhou Yan and said, “But no matter when, what world, or where you are, Zhou Yan, Lee Yi, you are my son, this never changes. In the illusion, you are my son, and it doesn’t matter if I live or die for you. In the real world, if you think I’m not a good father and kill to prove your Dao, it doesn’t matter.
Father, I will always support you.”
Zhou Wangchen said earnestly.
He seed more serious than ever before.
And such words, he would never have spoken if the current environnt wasn’t sowhat special; how could this man, who isn’t good at expressing himself, say sothing like this?
Zhou Yan was sowhat shocked, as if a phrase suddenly echoed in his ear.
“You are the son of Zhou Wangchen. Whether I am a chanical puppet or a clone, what does it matter? As long as you are my son, that’s all that matters, right?”
…
A phrase that inexplicably appeared, as if from so scene in a past life, but Zhou Yan couldn’t rember it no matter what.
Yet he was greatly impacted.
Affectionate Sword Dao.
Heartless Sword Dao.
This is a terrifying choice.
When the heartless choice arises, deep-seated emotions strike the spirit and soul.
And when the affectionate choice appears, it only brings betrayal, estrangent, and stark conflicts of interest.
Still so stimulating to the heart.
Zhou Yan paused for a mont, and he vaguely felt a unique state once again, as if what was lost was slowly being found again.
This process seed to be ongoing and happening.
Zhou Yan sighed softly, nodded lightly, and voluntarily took a jar of wine, toasting his father.
“Father, was the left hand more skilled at carving? Why didn’t I know this?”
Zhou Yan asked.
“My Supre Forget Love, this Affectionate Sword Dao, focuses on the left hand. The right hand, because it’s too familiar, cannot reach the ultimate transformation, whereas the left hand, initially unfamiliar, is more malleable. In this life, I focused on carving with my left hand, but the carvings from the left hand could beco False Self, transforming the Dao into soul, achieving Void Soul.
If it had a strong physical form, then the statue could beco an incredibly powerful puppet. So normally, this left-hand carving skill can’t be revealed, thus the left hand trains the right hand instead.”
“The more mistakes the right hand makes, the more progress the left hand achieves.”
“The more the right hand is dissatisfied, the more the left hand has the urge to carve.”
“Thus, it is also a form of ntal refinent to cultivate oneself.”
“But strangely, now my left hand’s carving ability seems to have been disrupted, as if so rule was distorted, unable to deduce my ability, ignoring it altogether.”
“Additionally, another point, the short sword I carved, before my mory awakening was in the left hand, but after the awakening, the sword was in the right hand.”
“With my soul power sensing, no one can do that, so this is a change by the Heavenly Dao, a change in the Law of the Heavenly Dao.”
“That’s why I doubt I’m living in so mory of my own, or in a sort of True Illusion Realm. Unfortunately, even in such a world, even seeing you, my son, it’s impossible to determine what is true and false.”
“But for , true and false, it’s all the sa life, the sa drinking, the sa carving, the sa survival, the sa guardianship, so true and false don’t matter.”
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