Durin's Diary

Chapter 983 Dissatisfied

Perceptual alienation.

Generally speaking, a person is called by different names in the eyes of different people. In the eyes of elders, this person is a child; in the eyes of younger generations, this person is an elder; in the hearts of companions, this person is a friend; in the eyes of strangers, this person is a stranger; and as for enemies, that goes without saying.

In his secretary's eyes, Dulin was a young man she greatly admired—in the context of Chang Tang, the term "young man" refers to a strong person who is younger than oneself, carrying a very obvious positive connotation.

But after the warning, her words changed, and she herself was completely unaware of it. Such a change could only come from a pure force outside the rules.

Could it be because Dulin became a god...? No, in my senses just now, there were only the auras of two gods, one after the other; they never appeared at the same time.

The former evokes a sense of gloom and terror, while the latter conveys a sense of determination and resolve.

If it were Dulin, then surely a new god would have been raising a constellation high in the sky just now. Therefore, he could not possibly be one of them.

Of the two gods, the former was destroyed, while the latter appeared only after the former's death.

If it wasn't the latter, then who exactly killed the sinister and terrifying former... isn't it already obvious?

His killing of the former directly altered the perceptions of all living beings, and what this signifies is already obvious—Dulin has practically become a god, and the ferocity he just displayed while slaughtering his own kind has unknowingly distorted mortals' perception of him.

Only those above the legendary level and those closest to him were spared.

What's even more terrifying is that he's still suppressing his realm. Even though he already possesses above-average divine power, he still hasn't raised his divine throne!
The old celestial master always thought that this child was at most a low-level deity, because only in this way could he suppress the pressure of becoming a god.

How did he do it? Where did he get the perseverance and determination? Suppressing his divine realm and remaining a mortal is extremely painful for a mortal body. This pain is directly reflected in the soul, and ordinary beings cannot endure it even for a second!
How did this silly child manage to do that?
He couldn't imagine that there were such fearless young people in the world, who would not regret even a single step, even if they were to suffer as if they were being torn to pieces.

"My lord, what are you thinking about?" The secretary beside him, perhaps noticing the solemnity on the old master's face, asked with some curiosity.

"I wonder if extraordinary people must suffer the pain of death in order to achieve unparalleled greatness," he sighed.

The young secretary thought for a moment, then shook her head, causing the bells on her argali horns to ring softly.

"I don't know, sir, but I know that if it were me, I definitely couldn't do it. After all, you once said that the most valuable thing about a person is to know their own limitations."

These words made the old master sigh: "Yes, the most valuable thing about a person is to know their own limitations. I've thought about it, and I'm afraid even an old man like me, let alone you, wouldn't be able to do all this."

With a sigh, he lifted the curtain and looked at the young lady on the stage of the grand hall. She was patiently explaining the structure of Western Continent magic to the Celestial Master Seeds below the stage. This knowledge should have been a family secret, but as a legend, she had no intention of keeping it to herself.

Such a lovely young couple should have stayed together through thick and thin, but because of these useless old folks, they ultimately parted ways.

The debt that all living beings on this land owe him is one that they may never be able to repay.

With that thought in mind, he sat down in the empty seat at the very back.

Here, he could clearly see which children in the Celestial Master's Mansion were studying diligently and which were slacking off. The former would naturally be fine, while the latter would be assigned to the places where they were most needed in the future.

why?
Those who do not respect knowledge have no right to have others die for them.

Those who do not respect power have no right to ask others to sacrifice for them.

There are hundreds of millions of lives in Changtang. One more or one less makes no difference.

………………

When Dulin returned to the Candle Dragon Pavilion with the children, it was already getting dark. Although they heard that Dulin had led the children out, several older instructors still stood outside the gate worriedly. They only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Dulin return with the children and two younger instructors.

Although the children looked travel-worn, they were visibly having a great time. They were unaware of what had happened on the mountaintop, nor of the evil god who had died before their eyes. The young instructors, like their students, were equally oblivious to what was happening.

They felt that although they were tired from the trip, the children had a good time and saw nature beyond Beijing, so it was a worthwhile trip.

The older mentors didn't understand either. They addressed Dulin as "sir" and respectfully invited him into the Candle Dragon Pavilion.

Only Chief Ping and a few legends came to greet Dulin with sighs.

Seeing their worried expressions, Dulin smiled and waved his hand: "Don't look so sad. The children are having a lot of fun, isn't that great?"

“But you clearly have lost a lot of time. It’s because we old folks are useless that you have suffered and missed out on the joys of life.” The white-haired old man among the three elders in the Candle Dragon Pavilion sighed, “I can see the struggle and distortion in your sea of ​​souls. You killed him, didn’t you?”

"He came to bewitch me, trying to distort my perception, but I killed him, and his ashes filled the sky." At this point, Dulin smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I am a chosen one, the child chosen by your Wufuzi. I came to this world to do these things. I am suppressing my cultivation level now only to complete the unfinished business that I haven't been able to finish. It has nothing to do with you."

The old man shook his head: "The more you say that, the more ashamed we feel. We, the Zhao family, swear that since you and Master Wu, there is no god in the world worthy of our respect, and no noble bloodline worthy of our bowing down."

"That's right. From the moment of birth, life should not be divided into high and low, noble and lowly. Perhaps life is divided into weak and strong, but this is the karma that life brings with it, the suffering that is destined. And our mission is to make life free from any other suffering."

At this point, Dulin smiled and clenched his left hand, feeling the pain within.

Indeed, as the anonymous person said, killing an evil god and devouring his divinity would only bring suffering to a mortal, while becoming a god would naturally resolve everything.

But as Dulin said, he still had unfinished business to attend to himself.

The heads of enemies are endless, and the blood of heroes is never-ending. This is true not only in the eastern lands of Changtang, but also in the western kingdoms.

There are so many people waiting for him to go back and have his wish fulfilled.

(End of this chapter)