The man who called himself Wang Chuan calmly recounted the story of "Heart Split," his tone utterly devoid of fluctuation.
He looked at Mo Ling, seemingly not particularly worried about the strange ability known as Heart Split. His eyes were hollow, as if he were recalling something...
"Don't resist. The more you resist, the more you'll become a lonely droplet."
The man suddenly said something strange to Mo Ling.
But Mo Ling understood, because it was precisely the predicament he was in.
"I am a droplet..."
Recalling the man's words, Mo Ling looked at the bustling crowd around him and seemed to understand something, though he did not know what to do.
Seeing this, the man spoke again:
"Don't think of yourself as a droplet. Think of yourself as the sea. A single drop of water is the sea, a stream is the sea, an ocean is the sea. Heart Split merely divides your consciousness without limit. At the extreme, one and positive infinity are the same. Your consciousness may be splitting, and the amount of water may be decreasing, but it is still part of the whole."
"The existence of water means inclusiveness, and consciousness is even more capable of inclusion than water. Don't regard those voices as invaders attacking your heart. Treat them as part of your consciousness, just as the sea accepts every droplet that enters it. Once you embrace them all, division will naturally become meaningless."
"Divide the sea into countless droplets, and it is still the sea..."
Though the man's words carried no emotion, they were extremely gentle, as if he were deliberately guiding Mo Ling.
As Mo Ling listened, the feeling of "resistance" in his heart gradually began to fade.
"Try listening to the voices of the passersby."
He suddenly realized that he could