"Only truth endures."
Nü Yi, this white-haired old woman, suddenly fell silent. Her eyes grew moist, and hot tears actually fell. Countless scenes from her long life flashed by, and she could not help but sob.
Seas turned to mulberry fields; history revolved onward.
No matter whom you grieved or rejoiced for, no matter whether you questioned the wickedness and righteousness of the human heart or lamented how unfamiliar people had become, all those past events were but fleeting clouds and smoke. Everything gone was illusory. Whatever happened, they were all dust in the vast torrent of history. Only truth endured.
"It has always stood there quietly. Everything has changed before, yet only It remains unchanged." The long-suppressed turmoil in Nü Yi's heart seemed to clear in an instant.
She turned around and looked at the God of Creation's figure, standing quietly in the void as if it had become eternity itself. She softly murmured, "Only truth endures, eternal and unchanging!"
She suddenly felt that she no longer needed to dwell on such matters.
No matter how cruel or cold-hearted history was, she did not need to concern herself with it. She only needed to become the purest Seeker of the Dao and pursue eternal truth. Although Xu Zhi saw that her Dao heart seemed to have become clear, as though she had attained enlightenment, he could not help interrupting her. "Truth endures, but it is not eternally unchanging. The truth now is incomplete and faces a great calamity."
"..."
Nü Yi's expression stiffened.
Even enduring truth had changed? Had an unforeseen variable appeared?
She suddenly felt as though all love had vanished from her life. Yet it was obvious that the universe's Great Dao laws had become incomplete, and the singularity had become imperfect. She had sensed it long