She whispered to herself: Why are we the way we are?

Why are we here?

Who are we?

There is no answer.

"Is there an end to this world?"

"Where there is a beginning, there must be an end, and vice versa." A voice answered her.

Cha Lun woke up from the dream, only to find that he was still lying on the bed, but the cold sweat on his body had wet his underwear.

What do these dream revelations mean?

Outside the window, the morning light is beginning to appear.

Two months later.

The temperature in this western city is at its most comfortable time of year. Although it is not yet the most lively pilgrimage festival, there is no shortage of worshippers here.

In the center of the square stands a bronze statue of Jesus, centered on the base, and the white marble tiles are laid out in a circle, and the believers who pass by will stop and pray.

The sunlight is not strong, just the right amount of comfort. The white floor tiles reflect the light and make it look slightly brighter. People walk in the square as if they are walking in a temple that glows.

With the ingenious design and solemn bronze statues, the believers come here with devotion in their hearts.

Angelo sat on a bench in the square, and a black-haired young man dressed in the service of the Duke of Moon White stood beside him.

"He hasn't come yet." Angelo muttered to himself.

The black-haired young man raised his eyes slightly, noncommittal. There was a pool of stagnant water in her blue eyes, as if she had no soul, and the whole person looked like a delicate and fragile glass doll. Extravagant and beautiful, morbid and empty.

Angelo looked at the other party's silent appearance and didn't say anything more, but turned his gaze around.

The man in black sat next to Angelo neatly and elegantly, and bent down to pay his respects to the black-haired young man who had been silent.

Angelo put his arm on the shoulder like an old friend, "It's finally your wait, Eric." ”

"Elder Lawrence is dead." Eric lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse, and his hands hidden under his sleeves had several obvious cracks, which were scars from the fierce struggle.

Angelo was slightly stunned: "Who have you met?" ”

There were some suppressed roars coming out of Eric's throat, sounding like an angry trapped beast trapped on the gallows. Angelo patted him on the back: "You need to rest, let's go back first." ”

"Those rebellions." Eric gritted his teeth and kept swallowing the venom secreted from his mouth because of his emotion: "Thirteen years ago, they left. Now they have returned, and we have met them in Almat, and their power is stronger than before, because they have the support of those who call themselves 'Messiah'. ”

After being silent for a while, Eric finally confessed: "It's that Sun Hui, he is a terrifying existence. ”

"Looks like they're already on the move." Angelo nodded: "Let's go, let's go back first and then discuss the way." ”

"I'm sorry, the 'Garden of Eden' hasn't been found yet, we failed." Eric spoke with guilt.

"No, we're close to success." Angelo smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to the black-haired young man on the side: "Let's go." ”

The young man bowed and led the way, and Angelo and Eric got up and followed him.

Kublai Khan walked through the mountains and forests.

The mountain didn't have a name back then, and it certainly doesn't have a name now. But there will be names in the future – and maybe there have been names in the past. But he chose this place to meet Sun Hui purely by chance: a war-torn and chaotic era. Man is as small as an ant, and war is as small as man...... He didn't know if it was a consolation, but he accepted the unrealistic explanation.

For all beings, death is equal. For mountains, mountains are all the same. So mountains are dead, but isn't it too stupid to use human thinking to speculate on a mountain?

Kublai Khan wandered aimlessly from tree to tree, like a ghost. The stream still flowed like this, falling from the peak of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and countless golden lights and shadows appeared. The birds were still chirping, and countless creatures he knew or didn't recognize stretched and grew in countless corners he saw or couldn't see. Every time he thought of this, he sensed an even more powerful comfort. Even though the mountain is just an ordinary mountain, it is still beyond the reach of people.

So did Sun Hui choose here just to avoid something? Kublai Khan knew that he was not a god, and he could not hide from anything in the end. He knew that he himself would not escape death, that he would merge into the prosperity of the mountains, that he would become himself again in an endless period of time, in a new form. He once named this cycle nature, which represents the greatness of everything that cannot be interfered with.

But even the mortals that Sun Hui disdained were not something he could completely avoid. He had to maintain a subtle touch with his mortal world, longing to escape and not wanting to lose all contact with that complex and colorful world. After all, all people are mortals, in fact, all geniuses are mortals.

A clearing was carved out at the foot of the mountain, where Kublai Khan met with him.

Kublai Khan had pondered over what they were going to talk about when they met today, including exploring the hidden secrets of Sun Hui.

Yes, Sun Hui is a person, a person with magical powers, but not a god.

Because he's really creating something, he's changing something. But he was aware of his own insignificance, and he lived in a sober intellectual agony. He uses metaphors, and is undoubtedly alert, wise aphorisms. What is contained in it is not ordinary and trivial preaching, but what he learned from a broader environment that is more majestic than people.

He was walking with his back to the cliff and didn't see anyone, Kublai Khan didn't know what Sun Hui was waiting for, but vaguely felt that he was as lonely as himself.

It was a cloudy day, and you couldn't see the sky on the mountain, because the clouds were all gathered on the mountain. Although it was still the same strong wind, the surrounding fog began to tremble uneasily, showing a ripple like water waves. It was as if it was about to disperse, as if something was stirring up the rain clouds in the depths of the fog or beyond the fog.

The wind then got stronger. Not gradually, but suddenly it turned into a hurricane, almost making it difficult to walk. The wind does not come from this direction or any of the other directions, but from all directions, and ultimately comes down to the top. At this time, Kublai Khan realized for the first time that both wind and formless qi have weight, and both do exist.

The trembling of the clouds became more and more uneasy, and there was strong moisture in the oncoming wind. Clear and cold, it almost froze Kublai Khan completely.