The Origin of the Oracle Part One

"Duckweed drifting has no roots." Until the trusted senior patted him on the shoulder and said, "Will I hurt you again?", But turned around and pushed him into the abyss; Until the gentle senior sister put the last spiritual stone into her lover's pocket, gnawing on the cold steamed buns and smiling; Until everything he valued - friendship, trust, those ordinary and warm days - was shattered into powder amidst betrayal and calculation. It turns out that supertrees cannot be grown in a greenhouse. It turns out that duckweed needs to take root in blood and fire. When he stood before the corpses of his beloved and the tears of his betrayers, When he saw through the lie of "I'm good for you" and the calculation of "sacrifice for the overall situation", When the silver-haired old man said in the firelight, "Is this storm strong enough?" Li Jiming finally understood: There is no way in this world. The Word will grow out of the ruins inch by inch. "From today on," he swore to the burning sky and the broken earth, "Everything I hold dear - I keep it." "Everything I hate - I'll bury it." This is a growth that begins with deception and sacrifice. This is a cruel question and answer about "How does duckweed take root?"