"The sea of bitterness is hard to cross..."
System 10086 sighed as well. It was gradually ascending into an advanced system. Though its transformation was incomplete, it already possessed an advanced essence, allowing it to barely preserve that fragment of information amid the surging river of historical revision.
Yet the price of learning the truth was the endless troubles that followed.
The Myriad Realms across eternity were but a painted scroll. Those beneath Immortal Emperors were merely figures in the painting, imprints of history, projections of time. The birth and death of epochs, the succession of eras, were nothing more than contests between beings of that level.
They reversed cause and effect, called a deer a horse, and rewrote ancient history at any moment. In the hands of Immortal Emperors and the Celestial Sovereign, the river of time was like a lump of clay, kneaded and shaped at will.
A thought could bring death; a thought could grant life. Whether universes, sentient beings, and all living things existed depended solely on their contest. They arose and perished like dreams, while those within remained ignorant and bewildered, feeling nothing, as though dying in a dream.
All conditioned phenomena were like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows!
Ignorance was a kind of happiness. Dying without knowing who caused it, living without knowing why, muddling along without anything carved into the bones and engraved upon the heart-only a seamless, natural existence.
The greatest concerns of the beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were becoming Great Emperors and immortals. If they did not pursue the highest realms, they could withdraw from the Emperor Path and return to the mortal world, find a beloved for a lifetime and two or three friends, enjoy the happiness of family, and pass a peaceful lifetime. That, too,