An Jing had once been somewhat confused.
Not confused because he didn't know what to do next—nothing of the sort.
An Jing always had a goal. He knew exactly what he needed to do next, and his spirit, will, morals, and beliefs were all unshakably firm.
He would never lose the courage to fight for any reason, nor would he stop in fear of danger. He did not fear moral trials; when he needed to kill, he killed, and when he needed to save someone, he did.
He firmly believed that his path was right, and he believed he wasn't alone in this world.
If anyone could be called an example of "unity of knowledge and action," it was An Jing.
What he thought was what he intended, and what he intended was what he did.
What had truly confused him was this: "Who exactly was the enemy?"
Was it the Heavenly Demons—the calamity that swept through the myriad heavens, bringing corruption and destruction?
Or was it... humanity itself?
To go further, could all the sins in the world really be blamed on the Heavenly Demons as a matter of course?
It was a question that sounded simple, but was in fact extraordinarily complicated.
In An Jing's view, in the memories he carried from another Earth, every conflict, hardship, and evil in the human world stemmed from humanity itself.
Because he came from a world without transcendent power, An Jing was utterly certain that even without Heavenly Demons or the Abyss, humanity would not thereby achieve universal harmony and happiness. It was impossible for people to simply transcend all ignorance and selfishness, along with everything else.
Would the world get better if the Heavenly Demons were killed? What a load of crap. Of course the Heavenly Demons had to be