When Wenren Sheng saw what Liu Jian was doing, he could not help sighing at the striking similarities in the development of civilizations.
Sure enough, geography shaped consciousness and thought.
The semi-closed East, burdened by millennia of chronic ills, would ultimately need the Bright Light Society, with its unparalleled capacity for execution, to clear away its excess baggage.
Liu Jian's choice of this path had much to do with his Strange Seed as well.
Anger, rage, flames sweeping across the plains...
Hatred, grievances, bitter suffering...
Fear, dread, terror in the enemy...
Coupled with his experiences in the Republican era, everything followed naturally.
Somewhere in the unseen, it seemed that everything had been decided from the very beginning.
If this story had a script, then its creator must have been extraordinary. At the very least, Wenren Sheng admired him greatly.
That person's ability to craft a story was probably second only to his own.
The question was, could Liu Jian succeed?
Wenren Sheng decided not to accelerate things in the slightest.
Because no one understood better than he did what kind of difficulties the Bright Light Society would face after its birth.
Once the old powers discovered its true nature, they would immediately launch the most frenzied counterattack—and that counterattack would be unceasing and permanent.
Because from the moment it was born, it was destined to wage an endless struggle against human nature.
People were naturally lazy and comfort-seeking, yet it demanded they strive upward every day; people were naturally selfish and insatiably greedy, yet it demanded they restrain themselves and serve the public; people naturally indulged in vulgar pleasures, yet it demanded higher pursuits...
A person could be diligent for a time, but it was difficult to remain diligent for a lifetime. Even Liu Bei could not manage to be