"Though countless people bled dry, though countless people used their ingenuity to ponder where the future lay, there was no doubt that it was useless. Wisdom was a kind of power too, but wisdom alone, when confronted with 'nature,' was a drop in the bucket.
'Nature' was an insurmountable mountain standing before us. For us, it was difficult—far too difficult.
Ignore nature, and nature would hurt us.
Study nature, and nature would hurt us too.
Subdue nature?
We could not subdue nature.
Haven't you always seen or heard of the Three Mounds and the Five Canons?
The Three Mounds and the Five Canons were not lost because too much time had passed. From that perspective, time was not really a problem for us. If they truly could have subdued nature...
Do you think things would look like this now?
We were still exploring, always exploring.
What destination was there?
There was only moving forward, with every step bringing its own joy. That was all!
The only reason the Three Mounds and the Five Canons were not passed down was that they were unsafe.
They only let us 'survive,' not 'live better.'"
The man still held the Pottery Shard, but the longer Lin Feng looked at him, the more intensely uncomfortable he felt. The feeling only grew as he kept looking.
Lin Feng closed his eyes, and when he tried to open them again, they stung terribly.
Tears spilled out.
The pain grew worse.
He could not see anything before him clearly. Alarm rose in Lin Feng's heart. Realizing he had witnessed something he should not have seen, he immediately averted his gaze.
There was clearly something wrong with this "Historian," but having something wrong with them was all too normal for Historians.
Most "Historians" had something wrong with them.
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