Then there was another group—every era had its own different reasons.
Some were genuinely constrained by circumstances, but others had simply found themselves a good excuse.
Yet one thing remained true: in every era, there were always some who hacked through brambles and pressed forward in the face of hardship.
Indeed, the darker the era, the more such people there seemed to be.
Dare to make the sun and moon shine upon a new heaven!
Zhao Cheng did not consider this phenomenon a bad thing.
The splendor of the human world lay precisely in its myriad forms. Lying flat was also a choice, an expression of one's own will.
Who said only fame and achievement counted as success?!
In Zhao Cheng's ideal, the pinnacle of the human way was absolutely not everyone sharing the same thoughts, pursuing the same goal. That was not the human way—that was brainwashing.
People ought to encompass all things. Everyone should be able to find a place and identity suited to them in this world, and live the way they wished to live. That was the ultimate end of the human way.
Of course, there was one major premise: they must not negatively affect others.
Perhaps that could be called absolute freedom under absolute order.
Crackle, crackle!
As he walked, a light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky. Gradually, the drizzle intensified, yet as Zhao Cheng walked through the rain, not a single drop touched him.
He raised his head to look at the sky. It was pitch-black above. At a time like this, ordinary people would surely be unable to see anything, but he could see winds and clouds churning high above the nine heavens, where an even greater rainstorm was brewing.
Rain was like this; great calamities were no different.
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