Chapter 1607: NO．221：Must have the determination to see clearly

NO．221：Must have the determination to see clearly.

... You came specially to see me, what for? Those people took too much from my mind; you should ask them about any questions you have.

My opinion?

Sirius Symbol and Ludaofu Xiangzheng?

Hmph, you came to ask me about this? You really came to the wrong person.

My scattered memory has been stirred up several times by those officers; don't you understand the result?

No, I'm certainly not blaming you; even in my current state I understand the principle of victor and vanquished. But to me, you are the root of all evil, right?

What need do I have to answer you? Could you make those officers listen to you? Or should I, for the Lord's sake, beg you for mercy? Don't you know that the Beast Sect worships only the crown known as the Beast King; we have no division like Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit. Even if you were His former self, you couldn't earn even a shred of our respect.

Are you trying to provoke me? Unfortunately, memories without substance cannot give me the corresponding emotional feedback, just as I said at the beginning: although the police said they would send doctors to repair my condition, there's still no news.

If you really want to ask, you should bring a doctor along, or is it that our repeated meetings have already gone beyond two days, and the long passage of time has worn away your judgment?

Family… you're bringing this up again; you seem to care more than I do, and you seem like someone born from it, which reminds me that your information also mentioned……the Demon Realm also once had your clan, right? It's a pity you don't care either—should I say it's hopeless to expect any familial notion from demons? Then your coming to me for this opinion, is it also an attempt at clumsy understanding and imitation?

Ah, I've indeed become much more talkative; relatively, are you talking too little?

Are you thinking how to pry open my mouth? Or have you finally realized that the person standing before you is merely an empty shell called the Moon-chase Symbol, fundamentally unable to hold the information you want?

Of course, I have indeed cared about it; I once cared about my mother's footsteps, once longed for her agile footfalls, once felt utterly lost at her choice to return from there to the mortal realm; from then on I have thought, perhaps, she was afraid.

She feared the unknown I did not know, and thus she was no longer radiant; I, however, will not be like her—ever since then, whenever I encounter hardship, I think of her.

Recalling her failures, recalling how she faded among the masses, I thus make choices different from hers.

Moths flying into flame? That's not fire, it's a lamp—something a moth can possess, a flickering thing that turns that glory and honor into eternity, letting those who fail gaze in awe at the sublime within the light.

By then you will understand: others' failures are my moments of success.

I'm agitated? No, that proves nothing, and I can't give you the answer you want, because even in my fragmented memory… the Sirius Symbol and Ludaofu Xiangzheng are both a kind of silent star… Why stare at me like this? All this certainly has nothing to do with me; when have symbolists ever needed to borrow an outsider's hand to destroy? Are you leaving?

'Yeah, there's no need to stay any longer.'

——

At that time, Aomo stood up, left only that sentence, and simply walked out of the visitation room of the Dimensional Jurisdiction.

He didn't care about the other's reaction, nor whether they would try to detain him to hear more, because he had already obtained the information he wanted—in those last few words of the other party.

In the universe where the Moon-chase Symbol exists, the Symbolists will collapse on their own, without needing to rely on the hand of that self-proclaimed outsider, the Moon-chase Symbol.

At the same time, Ludaofu and Sirius fell to the state called the 'Silent Star,' and the reason can only be one thing.

Unable to bear the burden.

Without a doubt, for those who have ability, connections, and ideals, even if they face great upheaval, even if they suffer repeated setbacks, they will not fall into silence.

A truly heavy blow often stems from one's own inability to continue; this obvious conclusion also drives Aomo's swift thoughts to the next stop—why? Can they not hold up?

What is the variable between these two sides?

Is there a self-detonation of the Moon-chase Symbol?

Has Aomo Lindun become a trainer?

Or is it that the simple passage of time occupies more variables?

In that universe where the Moon-chase Symbol and the Beast King are not young, the problems of Sirius and Ludaofu, even when converted to this universe, are very likely to be later encountered mishaps.

So, that perhaps has no reference value.

But it may also indicate the key.

Emotionally and rationally, even the trainer Aomo Lindun could not overlook the hidden dangers implied by the harvest; thus his training plan for all horse girls received a new version revision synchronized for big and small horse girls.

A whole new version update announcement, at a glance consists only of chained micro-adjustments to training durations; the only thing worth mentioning is evidently the joint drill to be held at the Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan Theater.

Under the guise of willpower training, under the guise of self-knowledge and knowledge of others, what other reason could there be? Only Aomo himself knows.

Always constrained by limited time, always pondering how to pack more than one goal into a single matter to expect results, able to think of putting it off into later leisure? Not a trace, merely because once that doubt becomes fact, Aomo must consider the possibility that it will turn into a corrosive poison to his brilliance.

For that so-called dream is precisely the flame that burns the soul and body.

But if the soul and body are already on the road to exhaustion, what hope can one hold for that dream?

If so, then the pursuit of the Dream Cup is likely the reason both fall into silence.

So, he prepared this training.

It is both training and trial, and also a probe into the condition of Ludaofu Xiangzheng.

He wants to glimpse the emperor's true state of mind, to determine whether it is as he feared— the source dried up, leaving only a shell as solid as a mountain yet utterly hollow.

He naturally hopes that all of this is merely an illusion, his own overthinking.

He hopes the emperor is not performing, not in a way that could deceive his own eyes; rather than saying it's a performance, it's better to say it's an inertial mechanical behavior interpreting the image.

He hopes the emperor is real, and at the same time that Luna is real, that Ludaofu Xiangzheng is real, and that everything is completely whole, merely stained with some haze from the Family's former appearance; just by reaching out a few more times, it can be wiped clean bit by bit.

Thus, broadly speaking, the emperor as seen by all is unchanged, his trainer's work can continue as usual; and speaking narrowly—from childhood to adolescence transition, the idol they once admired did not collapse, the fact of a false alarm is also a matter not to be overlooked for an individual.

But life is not only about having hope; it also requires the courage to face despair.

He cannot disregard the bits and pieces gleaned from daily observation, nor can he ignore the fact that Sirius and Zhouri Ningjing have once dissed Ludaofu's state of mind.

Some things, no matter how carefully you observe, are not as clear as those who have grown up together, or as the parties involved viewing from another angle.

Because your accumulation is still insufficient.

Just less than half a year, even if a contract were signed, the emperor's schedule and training time still fall far short of a high school student's; the actual time spent together would have to be discounted to a historic low, far below the level of Bai Ren, Qianming, and Sirius, who can just find any excuse to run to the activity room and hang out.

Just like Bo pang in the high school quartet, the one who most reassured Aomo, Ludaofu was once also the most reassuring presence in the adult quartet.

But now……

Gazing at that twisted, hollow figure, he knows: things are no longer what they were.

That is not a haze that can be wiped clean with just a bit of water.

That is a mottled hollow already eroded by wind, its cries and calls echoing only its own agitation.