Chapter 231: Chapter 92 A Sudden Enlightenment, the Supreme in the World of Men! (Please Subscribe)_6
 

“At this moment, the Great Zhou Dynasty is likely to be overthrown by the True Sun Martial God alone, and Emperor Zhou has not allowed the Duke of the State to retreat from the Border Area battlefield. Once the Duke leaves, should the Border Area fall and a large number of the Devil Clan invade, it will no longer be merely a war between the citizens of the dynasty.”

“In order to protect the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even with the possibility of the dynasty’s collapse, Emperor Zhou is unwilling to let the Duke lead a million-strong army southward.”

“It seems that the True Sun Martial God has also realized this point, and did not continue to occupy the remaining lands of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He intended to rest and recuperate; however, in his small kingdom, he did not establish the sort of world he had imagined—one without noble families and the oppression of the powerful.”

“In the end, it all came to nothing. The True Sun Martial God did not realize that even if he slaughtered all the original noble families, he and his meritorious followers had already become the new generation of the noble class. The cycle of the world goes on; it is merely the noble class being replaced over and over. For the people at the very bottom, there was not the slightest change.”

“At the same time, the True Sun Martial God also discovered that in his kingdom, the lives of the citizens were not as good as during the era of Great Zhou. He had ambitions but lacked the talent to govern a nation. Even with his unparalleled martial arts, renowned as the strongest in the world, he could not ensure a good life for his people.”

“Disheartened, the True Sun Martial God executed all his subordinates who were more oppressive to the people than some of the Great Zhou’s tyrants. He returned all the territory to Emperor Zhou and went into hiding, his whereabouts unknown.”

“Recalling this scene, you feel that if you could befriend the True Sun Martial God, who had an epiphany and became the world’s strongest Sky-Man overnight, then starting your own dynasty in the future might not be impossible!”

“With your emotions stirred, you make a silent vow to find an opportunity to meet this True Sun Martial God!”

“Four-Star Quest: Befriend the True Sun Martial God (Zhang Shunlong)”

“Quest Reward: Prosperity of Martial Arts (Awakening effect lasts for three hours)”

Cheng Guang listened to the system’s voice resonating in his mind, his eyes slightly narrowed.

‘The True Sun Martial God is no simple figure, eh? An epiphany, and in just a decade, he ascended to become the strongest Sky-Man in the world?’

‘With his own power alone, he managed to wrest most of the Great Zhou Dynasty’s lands from Emperor Zhou’s hands.’

‘Wanting to establish a kingdom without the powerful positions an ideal, yet in the end, the True Sun Martial God found that all his efforts ultimately turned into smoke and mirrors.’

‘Of no use at all.’

‘Even if he established a dynasty and slew all the parasitic noble families, there was still no change.’

‘Imperial seats and officials remained.’

‘The nobility remained, just with different faces.’

‘The True Sun Martial God, disenchanted, personally ended his own dynasty and returned the land to Emperor Zhou.’

‘He truly was free-spirited.’

‘If the True Sun Martial God had actually become an emperor, even if the people lived poorly, his life would still be prosperous, but it’s clear that he didn’t want to live that life.’

‘His desire to create a dynasty didn’t seem to be about fulfilling his own selfish desires.’

‘But rather, for the great harmony of the world.’

‘Equality for everyone.’

‘Cheng Guang looked on, his emotions complex.’

‘He thought back to the previously encountered chief of Xiaobai Village, whose people suffered severely under the attack of the Devil Clan. Despite this, they refused to abandon their land and risked their lives to come back and farm.’

‘For ordinary people, especially average mortals without any cultivation ability, just surviving in this world is already extremely difficult.’

‘The path of cultivation is not something everyone can undertake.’

‘Spirit Food, medicinal supplements, even the most common items could deplete an ordinary family’s entire savings.’

‘In a dynasty like Great Zhou, things are relatively good; Emperor Zhou has, after all, established the Martial Academy, offering an opportunity to the poor from all over the world.’

‘In other dynasties, unless there is a change of dynasty, the class system is impossible to change, constrained entirely.’

‘If someone is born a coachman, they might remain a coachman for generations.’

‘If someone is born a slave, they could be slaves for generations as well.’

‘There’s nowhere for them to turn around.’

‘Cheng Guang can imagine the True Sun Martial God realizing that even if he were to kill countless nobles in his dynasty, new ones would emerge, and soon the world would return to its former state.’

‘His personal fate had changed, and he became the ruler of a nation.’

‘But he did not forget his initial aspirations.’

‘Cheng Guang sighed; it seems that even in this world, there are those whose thoughts differ from this era.’

‘Cheng Guang can see that the True Sun Martial God must be very lonely.’

‘No one understands his thoughts or why he did what he did.’

‘But Cheng Guang understands.’

‘If there were such a thing as a child of destiny in this world, the True Sun Martial God would certainly be one.’

His ideas were ahead of their time.

His cultivation had attained sudden enlightenment, reaching the supreme level among humanity in a single moment.

This was even more protagonist-like than the main character in a novel.

It was just a pity that in the end, he could not escape a touch of tragedy.

His ambitions were not fulfilled, nor were his wishes.

Eventually, he retired to the mountains in disillusionment.

Yet, even so, Cheng Guang deeply admired the True Sun Martial God, who had tried to find a path forward for the ordinary people of the Human Race.

At least it was an attempt, though a failed one.

But this did not mean that what the True Sun Martial God had done was meaningless.

Cheng Guang slowly reviewed the system task notification, recalling his previous life, and then considering his current situation, only to feel an inexplicable complexity in his heart.

After a long while, he silently sighed.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping Qing Luan, he slowly stood up.

The moonlight shone through the distant window.

The moon remained the same, but the people and the world did not.

Cheng Guang felt an inexplicable homesickness.

Cheng Guang took a deep breath, trying to calm his stirred emotions.

Some time passed.

Cheng Guang sat at his desk, examining the system task.

Make the acquaintance of the True Sun Martial God.

He only knew now that the True Sun Martial God’s name was Zhang Shunlong.

His status was that of a slave.

However,

He didn’t know any more detailed identity information about him.

Even if he had the constables of the Bureau of the Lamp investigate, finding a slave named Zhang Shunlong was not going to be easy.

Cheng Guang estimated that it would take some more effort on his part.

But, there was no need to rush this matter.

With the concerns regarding the King of South Ming still looming, he could wait until that matter was resolved. Then he could leave the Capital City in peace, no longer needing to worry about the King of South Ming, the back-stabber, attempting to assassinate him at every turn.

By then, he would also be able to personally search for the True Sun Martial God.

Cheng Guang pondered for a moment, then took out a sheet of Xuan paper and began to slowly write down line after line of text.

Once he started, he continued throughout the night.

Cheng Guang lost track of time, immersed in the scholarly atmosphere, conversing with his predecessors through his writing, his brushwork shining as he penned down one beautiful Chinese character after another.

As night gave way to dawn, the moonlight gradually faded away, replaced by the faint glow of early morning.

Cheng Guang’s eyes still sparkled with vitality as he focused on his writing, as if he were the only person existing in this world.

As time went on, sunlight streamed through the window onto Cheng Guang. He put down his brush, leaning back in his chair, exhausted but content.

Cheng Guang looked at the text he had written, a deep sense of emotion welling up within him.

“He said, we should not be oppressed.”

“He said, every person is born equal.”

“He said, our enemies are cowardly, but we are brave.”

These words, neither too large nor too small, neither biased nor slanted, subtly sketched out a vision of a prosperous age.

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