Chapter 242: True thought is practice

Qin Hao's appearance made the atmosphere in the entire hall freeze instantly.

The Church Leader and others, these big shots who could shake a star‑field with a stomp in the outside world, now stood there like children who had made a mistake, at a loss what to do.

Especially the Church Leader, he could clearly feel that,

The hand Qin Hao placed on his wrist, though seemingly gentle, contained a terrifying power he could neither comprehend nor resist.

That power seemed to be the very embodiment of rules.

As long as the other party had a single thought, the so‑called divine body formed from "faith power" would instantly crumble like sand, returning to its most primitive energy form.

"You are Honorary Chairman comrade……" the follower's tone was full of awe.

"We just wanted to do something for the instructor; he's been working too hard."

"Hard work?"

Qin Hao's gaze swept over their densely packed study notes in their hands, then fell on Lei Ge lying on the ground, deep in coma, a faint smile of relief still on his lips.

He could roughly guess what Lei Ge had endured over the past two and a half years.

"You all," Qin Hao said slowly, his clear voice reaching everyone's ears, "you simply haven't understood it at all."

"What?"

The Church Leader and others were all stunned?

They believed they had thoroughly studied that "Eastern Scripture," knowing it inside out and able to recite it backward.

They had even begun to combine it with their own practice, carrying out vigorous social practice.

How did it become, in the mouth of this Honorary Chairman, that they had fundamentally failed to learn it?

"The instructor is not for worship." Qin Hao looked at them, his eyes turning sharp.

"Thought is not for rote recitation."

"You have turned him into a new god and his words into indisputable dogma."

"You merely jumped from an old theological pit into a new ideological dogmatism pit."

"Essentially, it's just changing the soup, not the medicine."

Qin Hao's words hit the nail on the head, without mercy.

Each word struck like a heavy hammer, slamming hard into the hearts of the Church Leader and others.

The fervor on their faces gradually faded.

In its place came deep reflection and shame.

Yes!

Although they shouted aloud to overthrow dogmatism,

but their actions were actually creating a new, even greater dogma.

They regarded Lei Ge as the sole interpreter of the ultimate truth.

They treated the "Selected Works" as a universal key that could solve every problem.

They forgot the four core characters in that book.

Seek truth from facts.

"True thought is not learned; it is done."

Qin Hao walked to the podium, the very spot where Lei Ge had once stood.

His gaze swept over everyone below the stage.

"You all, do you want to learn?"

"I will give you the final lesson."

He took out no notes and quoted no original text.

He simply extended one hand.

He lightly clenched his fist toward the empty air.

Hum—

The entire hall's space began to twist violently.

The next second.

Everyone, including the Church Leader, found that the scene before them had changed.

They were no longer in that grand hall.

Instead, they appeared on a barren wasteland covered in dust.

The sky was dark red.

The earth was scorched black.

In the distance lay the ruins of collapsed houses.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

"Where…… is this?" Ka En Ti exclaimed, looking around in shock.

"This is the Blue Star Yanhuang Guo, a phantom constructed by my mental power."

Qin Hao's voice sounded from behind them.

"It is also the place where our Yanhuang nation nearly perished a hundred years ago."

"It is a microcosm of the war known as the Invasion of China."

Qin Hao's consciousness mobilized the Yanhuang Guo historical database, reconstructing that war‑history scene in a nearly realistic way.

"Back then our Yanhuang nation had no decent weapons, no strong army, and many couldn't even fill their stomachs."

"All we had were hunger, cold, disease, death, and an enemy that obliterated humanity."

"In that era, merely surviving was the ultimate luxury."

Qin Hao's voice was very calm.

But to the Church Leader and others, it became an indescribably heavy atmosphere.

They saw those Yanhuang people in war, clothed in rags, emaciated, subjected to endless torment.

Watching those children shivering in the cold wind, their eyes filled with numbness and despair.

For the first time, they so directly felt what a cruel and desperate era that great person faced when writing those words.

"Then what?" the Church Leader's voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Then," Qin Hao's eyes showed the utmost respect, "a group of people stepped forward."

With his words, the scene shifted again.

They saw inside a shabby room.

A group of people in long robes, but with flames burning in their eyes, sat together in a circle.

They, under dim lamplight, were arguing about where the future of the Yanhuang nation lay.

"They are the first generation of revolutionaries of Yanhuang Guo."

"They had no divine radiance, no great power."

"They had nothing but a shared belief."

"That is, to build a new country without oppression, without exploitation, where everyone is equal and everyone can stand up with dignity."

"For this belief, they took up the most rudimentary weapons and took the first step of the revolution."

"They went to unite the oppressed, the lowest strata of the people."

"They went to fight, to sacrifice, to use their own blood and flesh to pave the way forward for those who would come after."

……

As Qin Hao narrated,

the scene kept shifting.

The Church Leader and others saw one brutal battle after another.

They saw countless predecessors, even as they were dying, still shouting "Long live the new Yanhuang!" in their youthful figures.

They saw that flag, dyed red with blood, flying high above the war ruins.

They also saw the founding of a great new nation.

They saw the smokestack of the first factory.

They saw the wheat waves of the first experimental field.

They saw on the faces of those once‑numb Yanhuang people, for the first time, a smile called "hope."

The whole process had no miracle, no marvel.

What existed was merely a group of ordinary people, using the most plain, tenacious, and forward‑pressing actions, turning an impossible ideal into reality bit by bit.

When the final scene froze at the founding ceremony of Yanhuang Guo, with the cheers of hundreds of millions.

The entire illusion shattered with a boom.

Everyone returned once more to that grand hall.

But at this moment, no one spoke.

Church Leader, Kane Ti, Holy Word Master…

Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

Their bodies trembled slightly.

In their hearts, that lofty edifice built of "thought" and "theory" collapsed completely at this moment.

In its place came a solid and heavy cornerstone forged from "practice" and "sacrifice", an immortal foundation.

After a long while.

The Church Leader slowly raised his head.

His eyes no longer held fervor or worship.

There was only a hitherto unknown clarity and resolve.

He bowed deeply to Qin Hao once again.

"Thank you for letting us see all this; we… have understood."