Her figure drifted lightly down, and she sat calmly across from King Zhou, her gaze clear and warm as she quietly watched the Human King before her, whose thoughts were in utter turmoil.
"Your Majesty need not belittle yourself."
Golden Phoenix's voice was gentle, yet carried the power to steady the heart, slowly dissolving the gloom within the hall.
"The rise and fall of mortal Faith is, in itself, the natural state of the Mortal World. It has nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao, and nothing to do with gods and buddhas.
Born human, caught in the torrent of a chaotic age, seeing mountains and rivers shattered and people's hearts scattered, to feel lost, to waver—this is human nature, and could not be more normal."
"But what is a Human King?"
She lifted her eyes slightly, every word clear and tranquil, every sentence striking at the heart: "To hold fast to one's original heart in favorable times is something even an ordinary man can do.
Only when a desperate situation bears down, when the Dao Heart wavers and all thoughts turn to ash, yet one can still break free of confusion, rebuild Faith, and go against the tide—that is a qualified Human King who grasps the Auspicious Qi of the human race and presides over the state and its people.
A moment of bewilderment does not damage Your Majesty's foundation. Only by holding fast to your original heart can you hold fast to the Great Dao of the human race."
Her soft, gentle words were like a clear spring washing away the mist in his heart.
King Zhou was deeply shaken when he heard this.
The turmoil surging through his mind suddenly calmed by more than half, the confusion in his eyes gradually faded, and his dimmed edge slowly