A long, long time ago, I was an ordinary historian in Fudeng Pavilion. At that time, someone asked me this question: What is the meaning of the existence of gods.
I found it funny. What kind of question is this? It would be a great crime of disrespect if the gods heard it.
But after being speechless, I fell silent.
Good question, I can't find the right language to define it at the moment.
But today, thousands of years later, I think I have the perfect answer.
Two demigods, a past; countless lies, and the truth buried deep inside.
Well... The meaning of the existence of gods is probably to give hope to believers.
I solemnly wrote two lines of poems in my memoirs as the end of this glorious chapter that the late emperor expected.
After all, it's best to fall in love, kill each other, redeem each other, sworn enemies, die in love, and have forbidden love.
"There is blood like ink that stains the beauty, and there are tears like frost that stains the beauty."
Hmm... It looks a lot better. The previous story about old grievances meeting passionate love was a little too middle-of-the-road, and it undermined my perfect image as a world observer.
This fate has been solved, but the story will never end.
The future of mankind should have a happy HE ending.
I have unlimited expectations for this...
Intention: I don't care about the future, nor do I care about the past... I only know that you need me now.