Ji Yuan pondered the woman's words. To a certain extent, he could understand what she meant, though he had a few differing thoughts of his own.
"Being unable to advance is indeed regrettable, but it should never be for the sake of Eternal Life. To live and die, to have a beginning and an end—such is the natural way. Perhaps the only regret is being unable to see the colors in the distance."
As Ji Yuan said this, he also began wondering whether this Lian Ping'er might have some connection to Lian Baiping of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. Yet it seemed more likely that they merely shared the same surname.
Lian Ping'er smiled.
"Mister Ji, have you ever considered that Heaven and Earth might be a prison cage, trapping all of us within it, leaving us forever unable to escape? Yet this prison cage is high and vast. Countless living beings may never touch, or even see, its bars. Only cultivators whose cultivation has reached a certain height, such as yourself, Mister Ji, might sense that those bars exist."
Ji Yuan swept away the patch of snow before him with a flick of his sleeve, then sat atop a stone and fell into thought. It seemed as though he were considering the woman's words, but the thoughts in his heart went far beyond anything she could imagine.
Ji Yuan had long considered the notion that Heaven and Earth were a prison cage, and his thoughts had gone even further. More precisely, he believed that his own understanding was the correct one.
If this world truly were a prison cage suppressing everything, then what of the divine beasts that had once roamed the world? What of the murals he had seen in the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?
Which of those exaggerated beings