Humanity's countless schemes and endless plans were nothing but empty delusions before a heart of pure divinity.
When an ant broke free of its cage and Ascended to God, there would be no grudges, no love or hatred, no carving a mark on a boat to seek a lost sword, no lingering devotion to an old blade. Once free of the shackles, one attained great freedom!
At this moment, Shi Tianyi's spirit, his very soul, had undoubtedly leaped into another realm.
He did not deny his former self, yet neither would he be burdened by the past.
And extraordinary Wisdom had shown him the way.
He knew he was no Saint capable of leading all humanity into a new age. Indeed, with his current standing, if he wished to emulate the personality of a Saint, he could certainly do so—and surpass every sage and worthy figure in human history.
For he could emulate a Saint's wisdom while wielding power beyond that of every king, ancient or modern.
But when he truly ascended to the heavens and looked down upon the world—this world he had once detested, loathed, and even despaired of utterly—the salvation he believed he could grant it was not reform, nor some earthshaking revolution such as overthrowing the corporations.
There would be no reform. Only destruction!
Erase everything!
Let the ages of history and civilization perish amid blazing flames, buried beneath yellow sand.
To kill was to protect life; to sever karma was not to sever people.
Many times, destruction was instead the greatest salvation—and the greatest respect.
Such thoughts were undoubtedly anti-human, even anti-civilization. Yet from a higher plane, they were undoubtedly a form of Compassion!
Not human compassion, but the compassion of a high-dimensional lifeform, like a god or Buddha.
Bury all things and bear witness