At this moment, the flames rising in the man's heart that wanted to burn everything stopped.

He turned around, the man turned around, the boy turned around, the child turned around, and looked back at his past.

Yes. No matter who it is, they are crying.

Those apes, those farmers, the burned land, those plants and monsters that were turned into ashes, those people who could not change the trajectory of their lives throughout their lives, their father, mother, and even all life in this world

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Everything has turned into ashes without hope because of the bleak future.

That's why it's so boring.

Tears, tears flowed in the world. Although speechless, although there was no entity, this silent river of tears flooded the whole world. People killed each other, destroyed and destroyed, precisely because of fear that these tears would fall on themselves, but they

Created more tears.

This cycle of day after day and year after year is like a ring that strangles people's necks, an unbreakable reincarnation in which all living beings circulate endlessly, but in the end, in the end...

Eventually they will all turn into ashes.

That's it. Dastil suddenly understood that he had known the meaning of his life for a long time. He would eventually turn into ashes, and he couldn't change anything. This was the meaning of his life.

That's why he wants to burn, wants to burn everything, that inexplicable restlessness, that silent desire, that desire to do something but can't do it, and can only destroy.

That's why he felt bored.

"Flying Flame Land doesn't need you."

Feeling bored, he stopped and the man with red eyes turned his head: "You can't change Feiyandi."

"Maybe." The dark shadow said: "But if I can even endure your flames, maybe I can endure this lightless night."

Defeated Savaga - maybe. In short, Dastil, who returned alive, became the prince of Yanyuan and asked him to start handling state affairs.

Becoming a prince, this unimagined status did not make Dastil feel any special. He originally thought that it was similar to the monkey king and the leader of the swarm. He could send people to die continuously and instruct others to do anything.

It would make him feel excited, and it would satisfy the silent longing in his heart... but on the contrary, his soul became even more thirsty, burning like a blazing fire with no relief.

It will eventually be extinguished. What is the difference between the king and his people?

What followed was an all-out war with the empire.

War, a collective burning, a mass destruction. Dastil was not interested in this at all. This kind of thing was the most boring thing to him.

However, he discovered that this did not seem to be the case for other people in Feiyandi.

When the old farmer heard the clarion call of war, his stooped figure straightened up. There was light in his eyes, and he began to send his sons and grandsons into the army.

Throughout the Flying Flame Land, all the poor people enthusiastically responded to the war. This huge momentum and surging enthusiasm made Dastil's flames look inferior.

Why?

"Because life is like a flame, it needs to burn to bloom."

The king of Yanyuan Land of this generation, his great-great-grandfather replied: "We are like the best firewood, born to burn one day, but these mortal people, if there is no war, if there is no major event that changes the world, they

When will there be a chance to burn, when will my own flame bloom?"

"But there is no chance for them to shine in war..."

Dastil murmured: "They will all be burned by the fire of war..."

"Can they shine without war?" King Yanyuan said: "You have killed so many people, why are you still so emotional? Dastil... don't have unnecessary sympathy. In the final analysis, we who seem to be superior

The king and these seemingly lowly people are the same firewood under the sun."

"We will eventually turn into ashes."

Yes.

Whether it is war or peace, whether it is king or people, they are all the same thing after all, they are all things that disappear as soon as they are ignited, and they are all things that cease to exist when they die.

In this case, it is better to burn, burn brightly.

The short life burns brilliantly.

So, Dastil saw it.

He saw that in order to resist the empire's offensive and crack the storm spell set up by the empire in the desert, the scholars of the Flying Flame Land tried their best to calculate and overcome difficulties. The knowledge they had learned for decades was now burning, turning into blazing flames, illuminating

It went through the entire war room.

Within a month, they completely conquered the empire's defense array, stopped the storm, and destroyed twelve semi-permanent fortresses in the desert.

They cheered for joy, even if some fell ill due to overwork, because in this month, both the Flying Flame Land and the Empire were astonished by their knowledge, and their names would be recorded in the annals of history and shine brightly.

This month is their real life. Apart from this month, their lives before and after are so bleak.

Dastil saw that a Nirmasas general personally led a team to attack the reinforcements of the Seven Cities Alliance. The rapid march that day and night was a success beyond everyone's imagination. The Seven Cities Alliance was attacked from head to tail.

The army was defeated, and even if only one of the attacking troops was left alive, they were all cheering for victory.

The brilliance of this day and night shines through everyone's life. Even if all the young sergeants are old decades later, when their hair is white and their teeth are loose, they will still be grateful for the brilliance of this day.

And proud, mourning for those compatriots who died gloriously.

There were many more. Dastil looked around the entire battlefield.

There is so much light.

He saw a cousin of his fighting a decisive battle with a strong man from the empire. When he was already defeated, he tried his best to exchange his injuries for his life. That three-second reversal, that moment of dying together, was his past life.

The condensation of everything.

He saw deserters on the battlefield, and a couple left the battlefield hand in hand. They disguised themselves as civilians and returned to Feiyan Land, hiding in the mountains.

In the three months before they were discovered, they used all their strength to love each other, to spend these peaceful days that they knew would not last long, and to burn their own glory before the trial.

They've all been found.

Found the ‘real sense of living’.

And me?

Dastil thought so.

At the end of the war, he, the prince, and even the fifth level of Feiyandi will appear.

He killed and burned all the way, but even when he was besieged by the three major knights of the empire, Dastil still couldn't find that feeling, the feeling that he really wanted to live and would burn even if he ignored death.

At this moment, Dastil was jealous of those ordinary people from the bottom of his heart.

He is envious.

Why can these people easily find the ending they want? Why do I always feel unwilling in my heart? Why do I always feel that the world is so boring, and such a boring reincarnation is not worth burning my own life!

In the end, he became the king. He even became the heir to the blood of the throne.

[You are the younger generation, the most powerful Absalom]

The King of Flying Flames at Sacrifice Rock handed the inherited treasure to Dastil and left his own advice: [You are the most powerful, as long as you can find your wish... you can shine brighter than anyone else.

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my wish……

[I want to break this cycle] Before the previous king died, he whispered: [I want everyone to burn forever and shine forever]

This world is too boring, the weak will always be weak, and those who sacrifice will always be sacrificed.

All living things are like grass, waiting to wither and burn.

Life is the seed, life is the weed.

Weeds are burned in the flames of destruction, and seeds sprout in the ashes of time. People's long and boring life will eventually turn into a short and brilliant flame. That moment of light, that moment of fire, is the meaning of life.

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Other than that, it's all ashes.

And now.

It's now!

Amidst the wind and thunder in the sky, King Jhin steps from the past to the present!

He finally understood what was troubling him!

Those things that he cannot change are taken for granted, those things that are solidified and cannot be changed, those that are weak can only be weak, and those that are strong will always be strong. Those classes and destiny that are as immutable as rocks make him feel boring and suffocating!

The weeds can only be burned, and the common people can only bend their knees; the monkeys obey the monkey king, and people live their whole lives in mediocrity, and cannot leave their names whether they are alive or dead!

People have been robbed of their individuality by the wind, and their faces have been covered by dust. They clearly claim to be thoughtful human beings, animals that are higher than other animals, but in the end they are just like reeds, like nameless bees, on this tiny planet.

Waiting to turn into ashes!

And now! Everything is broken!

Staring at those blue eyes, that white-haired prophet, that person who broke all the rules, stepped on all fates under his feet, and broke through reincarnation!

The awakened King Jhin laughed and stepped forward, walking towards a different sun.

That arcane path, that perpetual motion machine, this world that has been changed, this land of flying flames that has been dragged away from decay and has hope again... and those popular fifth-level bloodlines, they are all his.
To be continued...