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Colorful Floating Light flickered and shimmered. Zhang Yang's consciousness remained silent for a long time before suddenly speaking:
"There is neither right nor wrong. Because regardless of Good and Evil, there is only one essence, which is 'stubbornness.' Stubborn resilience can be considered righteous, while obstinate ignorance can be deemed evil. The essence of 'stubbornness' represents the secret of Good and Evil. Consider this: a Gentleman can also commit evil deeds, while an Evil Cult may perform acts of justice."
"If we say that Xuan Zhenzi is righteous but has killed, and that Zhang Xunqiu is evil yet has saved lives, both Xuan Zhenzi and Zhang Xunqiu share a commonality: they both embody the essence of stubbornness, which is a fundamental aspect of human nature. The essence remains unchanged, but the combination of intention and environment varies, leading to the superficial manifestations of right and wrong, which are ultimately illusory."
Xuan Zhenzi also fell into silence.
After a long while.
"What is stubbornness?" Xuan Zhenzi finally asked.
"Stubbornness is a kind of power, a force that drives people to continually improve, an endless power..." Zhang Yang sighed.
"I understand!" A wisp of smoke with Xuan Zhenzi's aged voice suddenly soared upward, disappearing into the vast darkness.
"Congratulations, you have grasped the essence of stubbornness and perceived the power of humanity. All things have laws, and life is perpetual. The so-called immortality is impossible for **, but spiritual power can endure forever; the essence of humanity lies in its immense spiritual strength." A voice like gold and stone echoed through the void.
"Where has Xuan Zhenzi gone? Who are you?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask.
"Xuan Zhenzi lingered too long; his consciousness has dissipated. However, before it faded, he fulfilled a long-unresolved wish. I am the Primordial Spirit," the voice replied.
"Primordial Spirit?" Zhang Yang had never heard this term before.
"In the chaos of heaven and earth, at the dawn of creation and destruction, it cycles endlessly. In the beginning, humans were no different from beasts. Later, I exerted my power to grant humanity spiritual strength, allowing humans to possess the power of Primordial Spirit. The original power of Primordial Spirit was uniform; fundamentally, it is a form of 'stubbornness,' a force of pursuit. However, this power manifests differently in different individuals," the voice of Primordial Spirit slowly conveyed.
"Since you can bestow power upon humanity, why can't you control this change?" Zhang Yang continued to inquire.
"Under this force's influence, some become so-called good people, some become so-called evil people, and some embody both good and evil. For countless years, humanity has even forgotten what the common strength within all human nature is. Many individuals have had their consciousness enter the Void Realm, but few truly understand the essence of 'stubbornness.' You are one of them," the voice of Primordial Spirit drifted through the endless darkness.
"What does understanding achieve? My consciousness cannot return to **; will I continue to remain in this Void Realm?" Zhang Yang asked again.
"This is your confusion, and it is a common confusion among those who understand the power of 'Wán.' Where you are does not matter; what matters is that you have become a Great Trickster, shouldering a new Mission to continue pursuing a higher realm of spirit." The voice of the Primordial Spirit echoed, resonating profoundly.
"Great Trickster?" Zhang Yang's consciousness wavered, but he was very sensitive to this question.
"Yes. There are great and small forms of Wán. The small form is labeled with good and evil, while the great form seeks to explore higher spiritual realms. You have already broken free from the constraints of Good and Evil and should pursue a higher state." The Primordial Spirit continued to explain with unwavering enthusiasm.
"How do I pursue it?" Zhang Yang immediately pressed for an answer.
"By the laws of creation and causation, you inadvertently fused with the Strange Soul that has been cultivated for thousands of years, and you possess considerable wisdom, which allowed you to fortuitously enter the Void Realm. Moreover, due to coincidence, you have been contemplating the philosophies of good and evil, right and wrong, enabling you to uncover the secret of the character Wán. How to pursue next is no longer within my domain in the Void Realm," the Primordial Spirit's voice remained calm and steady.
"Primordial Spirit, do you know what the next higher realm is? Do I have any chance of entering it?" Zhang Yang gradually felt more enlightened, getting closer to the answer.
"The next higher realm is the Clear Realm. Whether you have a chance does not depend on me but on yourself. Just as your physical body is currently in slumber while your consciousness is incredibly active, when your consciousness returns to your physical body, do you know what kind of beginning that will be?" The Primordial Spirit's explanation seemed to carry a hint of amusement, which made Zhang Yang even more puzzled, prompting him to ask:
"Isn't it still me in slumber?"
"Your consciousness has undergone trials in the Void Realm; it is no longer the same as before. When your consciousness returns to your physical body at any given point in time, I fear even I cannot control that," replied the Primordial Spirit.
"So you're saying that whether my physical body has perished in the mortal realm does not matter? I must continue my cultivation through a new point in time, then elevate my consciousness again to enter the Clear Realm?" Zhang Yang's consciousness remained clear; this thread of lightness began to move more briskly.
"You finally understand. You have comprehended the secret of Wán, allowing you to leave the Void Realm. As for how to enter the Clear Realm, you must understand life and death," the Primordial Spirit's voice seemed to ring clearer, resonating loudly.
"What you mean by life and death is certainly not about the birth and death of the physical body but rather a force of reincarnation," Zhang Yang suddenly exclaimed loudly.
"Go!" The voice abruptly ceased.
Zhang Yang's consciousness was suddenly swept away as if blown down by a great wind, drifting toward the depths of darkness.
Scenes flashed through his consciousness, appearing chaotic.
In a dense forest in the southwest, long-haired Zhang Xunqiu rode swiftly; by the surging Great River, Xuan Zhenzi's silver beard fluttered as the Soul Requiem Blade shimmered with light; a wisp of soul entered the blade, facing endless darkness.
Zhang Xunqiu's soul rushed forward, yet it remained trapped in darkness, boundless and infinite, unable to find an edge.
Time seemed to flow by as the soul gradually took on a human form, sitting cross-legged and remaining still for a long while. The seemingly unchanged darkness was actually turbulent, fluctuating between thick and thin. Suddenly, the human form began to dance, enveloped in a fiery red hue.
Then, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, Purple—each color transformed the human form in succession. Finally, the purple figure morphed into a Blade, which swiftly struck out towards the endless darkness.
The darkness appeared to be torn open, and the Blade slipped inside. Soon after, the darkness turned Bright White, but the Blade's shadow could no longer be seen.
Everything returned to calm.
Before long, a drop of blood-red color suddenly entered the Bright White and gradually spread out. The dark red hue replaced the Bright White, and the purple Blade reappeared.
"Swish!"
Like a flash of lightning, it vanished. Zhang Yang's consciousness suddenly felt a sharp pain.
"Ah!" Zhang Yang shouted suddenly and opened his eyes.
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