From Fantasy... Returned
Jiang Wang had once guessed that Chaos wanted to break its shackles, but the shackles as he understood them were clearly not entirely the same as those Wang Changji understood.
The entire Mountain and Sea Realm was merely a creation of fantasy.
This was undoubtedly an absurd description.
Fu Mountain, the Azure Sea, the cloud-wreathed heavens, the innumerable exotic beasts and divine spirits—even Heavenly Collapse itself, even the sight of heaven and earth collapsing at this very moment.
What about it was unreal? What about it was false? What about it was not tangible?
But Wang Changji clearly was not joking, nor was he someone who enjoyed jokes.
His sharpness, his insight, his level of understanding had already been displayed with utmost clarity.
"There is something I don't understand." Zuo Guangshu said. "If the Mountain and Sea Realm truly is as you say, a world that exists only within fantasy, then there is no way Chaos could know something Zhu Jiuyin does not. Chaos wants the boundary between illusion and reality—doesn't Zhu Jiuyin want to become 'real' as well? Then why would it stop Chaos, why would it so resolutely uphold the order of the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
Fang Heling, who had not uttered a word until now, spoke up at this moment. "Perhaps Zhu Jiuyin is a puppet left behind by Huang Weizhen. Perhaps it is even Huang Weizhen's incarnation! Only that would explain why it so fiercely protects this world's order."
Compared to the others, he was certainly the one who supported Wang Changji's view without reservation. Even if he did not believe it himself, he would find reasons to make himself believe it. No principles—only a stance.
"Huang Weizhen truly died back then." Zuo Guangshu said. "There can be no doubt about that.