I am a living immortal.
Chapter 374 Weird Street
Cao Chen was shocked by Su Mu's tone, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he finally understood. Although Su Mu seemed calm and collected, he was an enlightened being, one who could crush an innate god with his bare hands. It was no surprise that he had such confidence.
"Then... the only possibility is that you are special." Mirage Dragon said with a smile.
"I'm special?" Cao Chen asked incredulously. How could he not know he was special? Speaking of ordinary geniuses, Cao Chen considered himself to be just that. He was neither self-deprecating nor arrogant. He possessed a clear understanding of himself, capable of becoming a Daoist. It was impossible to possess special talents without knowing it; otherwise, one wouldn't be able to enter the Dao. If one couldn't even fully grasp one's own situation, how could one even seek the Dao?
So after hearing what Shenlong said, Cao Chen didn't think he was special. He was just an ordinary genius.
"Don't be so quick to deny it. The specialness I'm talking about isn't necessarily in terms of strength or talent. Unless you're at Su Mu's level, it's far from special. This specialness could very well be a certain point in the future, when you did something that changed the world. Perhaps that one thing was just a small choice, but because of that small choice, a small chain reaction occurred, making the world different."
"As for the results, you may not feel it yourself, but you are the cause and are equally important as the result." Mirage Dragon explained.
Cao Chen took a few breaths to digest this explanation.
"Furthermore, it's possible that you are favored by fate, or Sima Ming. After all, you come from the Tianyan Sect, and you yourself said that you have a close relationship with the god who controls fate. It's more likely that the combination of the two has led to your uniqueness." Shenlong gave many examples.
What he said made a lot of sense, and Cao Chen was undeniably convinced.
"Of course, there's another possibility that Siming may have made a mistake."
"This..." Cao Chen really wanted to refute and complain.
But Su Mu only said: "It is possible. Fate is not immutable, because no one can truly control the direction of fate. The existence of uncertainty is a limitation and control of fate. Besides, everyone has flaws. Are innate gods perfect?"
Very good. What Su Mu and Shen Long said successfully dispelled Cao Chen's concerns. He actually didn't care that much, it was just a nagging discomfort in his heart.
"You don't have to worry about fate; it's relative. The more you care about fate, the closer you'll be to it. It's just a prediction of your destiny."
Cao Chen nodded.
"By the way, besides the one you met when you first entered the Dao, have you met him anywhere else?" Shenlong asked curiously. Very few people had ever seen Siming, and even in his time, Siming rarely showed himself to the public.
When the world cuts itself in half, the one who has the greatest impact is none other than Sima Ming.
In fact, it was just a casual question, but Cao Chen thought about it for two seconds and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, in a country I once visited."
Golden threads and osmanthus trees are the two main characteristics of Siming. In the country Cao Chen traveled through, he encountered a huge mural carved on a cliff. It depicted a story, or perhaps a prophecy.
Cao Chen outlined the story. It's a cliché, a love story laced with a touch of patriotism. But what really caught Cao Chen's attention was the setting. It could be said that within the context of a grand narrative, he created a story interwoven with patriotism and the deepest love between a man and his wife. The mural was unfinished, and its ending is unknown.
But in the background, the figure of Sima Ming appears, a goddess seated atop a laurel tree. This isn't the key point; the key is that this story begins with a war between nations, a mere fragment of a much larger conflict. While the mural features a small number of characters, most of them center around a young general and a woman. Even without any written description, one can sense the tragic and heroic spirit of the young man rushing to the battlefield.
Even more tragic is that this is just a small part of a vast war. Just a small part, and such separations are happening all the time. And in the background, there are scenes of sacrifices, believers praying to gods, even vague gods.
The separation and death of gods and gods, believers and country, and lovers together weave together to create a tragic epic.
But the mural didn't end; the thread of Sima Ming continued to entangle itself in every corner. In each mural, an arm tugged at the thread, each one a different one. The source, gathered into a tangled ball in the goddess's hand. Her brow drooped in a look of pity, of sorrow. Her other hand kept trying to untangle the thread, but it was tangled.
One can imagine Cao Chen's expression at the time; it was absolutely breathtaking. Thinking about it now, I still feel the same way. His description might not have been as shocking as what he saw with his own eyes.
He glanced at the three of them. Each had a different expression. Old Goat remained uninvolved, his expression composed. Mirage Dragon, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought. Su Mu was listening intently, and upon seeing Cao Chen's expression, she chuckled and said, "It seems Sima Ming has been trying to stop this war. I never expected that."
"She..." Shenlong seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't. The table fell into silence for a moment.
This topic didn't last long. Even though knowing Sima Ming was striving for something nearly impossible made things feel better, there was nothing they could do. Everyone felt this war was inevitable and unstoppable. It was unclear what Sima Ming was thinking, why he was doing this.
Everyone dropped the topic when they couldn't come up with a solution. The meal was coming to an end. Quite a bit of information had been revealed during this meal, and everyone must have gained something.
The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the sun shone on the streets, giving them a warm glow. The number of people on the streets had gradually decreased, and there were only the sounds of hawkers.
"Tang haws, tang haws!" The hawker's cry was so loud and clear that it drowned out all the noise from the surrounding shops. The four of them noticed this anomaly and looked over.
The man selling candied haws was just an old man. His face was weathered, his dark skin wrinkled, yet his smile was kind. There was nothing unusual about him. He reached out, plucked a candied haws, and handed it to a girl. It seemed like a normal transaction, nothing unusual.
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