“Why the hell do you insist on carrying everything by yourself?” asked the newcomer, standing in the fading light of dusk. He could see the blood-red clouds glowing orange, but not the man's face.
“Taihua embodies the splendor of Heaven and Earth and gathers the beauty of all things.” After saying this, Ming Taihua spread his arms. His gold-threaded robes, illuminated by the setting sun, made him look like a god from the heavens.
But he had already risen to stand alongside the gods!
“Through the ages, people have pursued profit. They seek immortality to escape death, and the Dao to obtain supreme power: the power to move mountains and fill seas, and to decide who lives and dies.” His words encompassed the world, yet could not speak for everyone.
“Are people like that worth spending endless ages searching for a way forward on their behalf?”
“If ants are born destined to be small, do they have any need to go on living? If Heaven itself is doomed, must we perish along with it? All living beings have the right to choose to go on living. I am not the only one who would do this!”
Ignoring the other's objections, he gathered three souls into one. In this world, restored to unity, one insignificant man, like a firefly beside the bright moon, was overshadowed by the deeds of the ages.
The people of the world never knew what kind of life-or-death choice they had faced. They only noticed that the moon was especially full that night.
Come on, look forward to it