đź“– Chapter 1099 - Different Sun Des!
How many times had the world restarted?
How many times had the universe begun anew?
Who were you in each life?
Where were you in every reincarnation?
Before coming to Planet Heaven’s Mandate, none of these questions had ever occurred to Wang Baole. But after experiencing the past life trial, he began to think more deeply about these things.
He wanted to know the truth of the world. He didn’t want to be nothing more than another building block arranged in a different way across different universes. He didn’t want to be a different person in so many different lives. He wanted to live, to be aware of his life, and to continue living.
After entering ten past lives, he had learned a lot about the world, but more and more doubts had also arisen. But these doubts… weren’t important at the moment. As his divine soul sank into oblivion, as the pages of the Book of Heaven’s Mandate turned, as Wang Baole’s past lives were displayed on each page… his consciousness slowly disappeared. He forgot himself, forgot everything, and became completely blank. Until… Reverend Heaven-Learned’s voice echoed out.
“Seventy-ninth...”
… …
“Who am I… where am I…” In the dark void, I hear a voice whispering in my ear.
It seems to be coming from somewhere far, far away, but it also seems to be right next to me. I don’t know where it’s coming from, nor do I know why it’s asking these two questions.
The voice echoes incessantly, but I don’t hear any response. Nobody seems to be answering the voice. I myself don’t know how to speak, so in this dark void, that voice seems to be the only thing that exists.
Time passes without any trace.
Maybe it’s because of the voice, but eventually, I also begin to wonder… Who am I? Where am I?
I think and think, but can’t find an answer. The more I think, the more confused I become.
Suddenly, I… speak.
"Who am I...where am I…"
My voice sounds very familiar. I wait for a while, and then I hear it echoing back to me.
So, the thing I heard was my own voice… And I have been repeating these same questions for an unknown number of years.
This discovery causes my emotions to fluctuate. I don’t know what to describe this emotion, but after pondering for a long time, I seem to recall a certain word.
Happiness!
Yes, this emotion should be called happiness. I am happy because I discovered the origin of that voice. But how did I know the word happiness…?
So confusing… I continue to think about it. But this time, before I can think of the answer, something happens. In this dark void, there’s suddenly… light!
This light seems to come from the outside world, illuminating the entire void. Suddenly, the entire void seemed to change… I see it turn into a finger, then a full hand.
Yes, there is a hand holding onto me. I see an arm, a body, and finally an entire person appear. He is a young man with closed eyes.
For some reason, this young man gives me a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of strangeness. But before I can continue thinking, the void trembles and ripples appear around the young man.
As the ripples spread, I see a table come into being. Then, more tables and chairs appear all around me, forming a teahouse. The ripples continue to spread, causing buildings, rivers, trees, and more to appear. A small town soon takes shape.
And then… mountains and valleys appear, more cities rise up from the ground, the sky takes shape, and a whole planet comes into being.
Even outside this planet, I see a starry sky slowly taking shape. Countless stars appear on high, and an entire universe forms in front of me.
Then, life appears.
One by one, living things appear out of nowhere. There are men and women, old and young, all appearing in appropriate places, but all of them are still. Along with the animals popping up everywhere, nobody moves at all.
And the young man holding onto me is lying down on a table. Despite his stillness, he hold me tightly, as if he will never let go even if he dies.
But I don't like him very much.
Just as I start thinking about why I don’t like him, the whole world seems to be injected with vitality. In an instant, everything stirs into motion.
Wind blows, sunny rays beat softly down, leaves rustle on their trees, the water of the river flows… singing and laughing echo out from every corner of the world, along with the calls of birds and roars of beasts.
Inside the teahouse, the sounds of talking suddenly echo out, and the young man holding onto me trembles slightly. He opens his eyes and raises his head.
As he does so, I see his eyes, and reflected in his eyes is… me.
I am a black wooden board. Holding me tightly in his grasp, he lifts me up and knocks me on the table, causing a crisp bam to sound out.
After that… the world in front of me continues to unfold. As time passes, I watch the life of the young man holding me, whose name is Sun De. I watch as he becomes the most famous storyteller in the county and marries the daughter of a wealthy family. I watch as he accepts the family’s inheritance and lives a life of leisure. I watch as he and his wife spend a lifetime of love together, and I watch as… he passes away with a smile at the age of 89.
His descendants can’t break me free of his grasp, so… I end buried alongside Sun De.
Although I don’t like him, I have to admit that watching his life was pretty interesting. As for being buried in the same grave, that isn’t a problem, either. Soon after he dies, the whole world disappears, and with it, my consciousness also fades.
At that moment, I hear a voice.
"Seventy-eighth."
As this voice echoes out, a vortex seems to appear, dragging me back into… that dark, silent void…
I can’t remember who I am. I can’t remember… anything. All I can do is mutter…
"Who am I… where am I…"
As my voice echoes in the dark void, I think and think. Then, a long time later, light appears in the void, and a world appears in front of me. The first thing I see is a finger, which turns into a hand, an arm, a body… a young man. He’s lying down on a table, holding me tightly in his hand.
His name is Sun De, a name that feels both familiar and unfamiliar. I watch his life play out as he becomes a storyteller in a small town. In that small town, a wealthy family offers their daughter to him, but for one reason or another, it doesn’t work out. Instead, he returns to the capital and becomes famous.
Many years later, he gets caught up in some drama and is imprisoned. All in all, his life has been an interesting one, I think. As for me… throughout his life, I’ve always accompanied him, never leaving his hands.
But when he dies, the world quickly disappears.
Then, I hear a voice.
"Seventy-seventh."
This voice drags me back to the void, and I forget everything again.
After returning to the void, I see light. Then, the world appears. And I’m once again in the hands of Sun De.
"Seventy-sixth."
...
"Thirty-first."
...
"Fourteenth."
...
"Third."
Again and again, I experience and forget. In the beginning, I had an uncomfortable feeling whenever I woke up, but by now, I’m no longer surprised. I already figured it out a long time ago – I’m in something like a play, repeating over and over again. After this life, I’ll forget all my memories of the past and future…
Strange, why do I think so? How do I know that I’m forgetting? Or do I actually remember?
Oh well, it doesn’t matter. As long as there’s a story to see, it’s fine. Although, this story is always different lives of Sun De.
Actually, I’m very curious. Whenever I wake up, he’s already there. I wonder… just what does our first meeting look like?