By the time he spoke the final sentence, the two of them had circled back around to the front of the standing mirror.
The gentleman stopped and reached out to tap the mirror's surface.
A faint glimmer blossomed from within the endless darkness. The Starry Sky receded, the world spun, and in only a moment, the mirror reflected the history of the world spanning billions of years.
Volcanoes, glaciers, blue-green algae, trilobites, dinosaurs, apes walking upright, caves, stone tools, shells, bronze, jade, pyramids, the Great Wall, armies holding spears, knights covering the mountains and plains, candlelight and axe shadows within palace chambers, laughter, curses, and arguments in the streets, crisscrossing alleys, sailing ships amid raging waves, turning gears, billowing steam, flashes of electricity, streams of traffic, rockets breaking through the atmosphere—and then another Starry Sky.
It was like a cycle.
It seemed to last only an instant, yet also as though an eternity had passed.
Countless ordinary yet extraordinary scenes were reflected clearly in Zheng Qing's eyes, making him hold his breath involuntarily.
The gentleman's voice rang out from an extremely distant place, directly shaking his heart lake:
"...Everything extraordinary is born from the ordinary. Never let the ordinary and chaos before your eyes deceive you."
"It's like a foreign general being assassinated, several old men catching colds, a few locusts crawling out of the soil after a torrential rain, the stock market suddenly triggering a circuit breaker and plunging, or a massive earthquake striking the other side of the Earth...and so on. These extraordinary events are very far away from you, so far away that your ordinary, mundane life barely changes at all."
"Until the storm stirred up by a butterfly's wings blows over your head."
"You sit on the shore, watching the raging waves, holding a diary in