Chapter 891: You Can Do Many Things
The life of a Spirit Cultivator is not infinite.
But beyond the White Flame Level, the length of life ceases to have boundaries. Time, to them, no longer holds any meaning. Maybe they will die, but they don’t know when.
At that realm, death comes either by being killed, committing suicide, or following destiny, naturally closing their eyes, awaiting the end of life.
So Ning Shiqi, he too doesn’t know when he will die. He has been living all this while, and he doesn’t know why.
Perhaps it’s because he feels he is the last of the Ning Clan, and his existence represents the existence of the Ning Clan. But with only him left, what meaning does his existence hold? He doesn’t know, nor has he ever figured it out.
Maybe it’s just because he couldn’t figure it out, that he has been living aimlessly, in a fog.
Letting time slip away, numb.
His heart has become as calm as dead water, no longer capable of stirring any ripples.
But just now, he heard something that threw his heartbeat into disarray, "Shi Qi, come with us."
Ning Shiqi almost doubted his ears, and even felt a bit of anticipation, along with some unease.
He looked at Han Jing, unsure of how to respond.
In his heart, he also didn’t know how to choose.
Han Jing looked at his bewildered expression and smiled at him: "You’ve been by yourself here so long, surely you’re bored to death. Although you’ve lived long, I imagine it’s been dreadfully dull. Since you don’t know what you want to do, why not leave with us? There are many things you can do, like... teaching disciples, chatting with people, or perhaps doing some research on Mechanical Arrays. After all, there are many things to do while living. If you do nothing at all, isn’t that terribly dull?"
Han Jing blinked, her meaning clear, dull just like you are now.
She simply couldn’t imagine how a living person could stay in such a ghostly place for so many years, neither human nor ghost, probably not even knowing why they lived.
Ning Shiqi’s fingers, hidden in his sleeves, nervously rubbed together. Outwardly he remained calm, but inside, he was anything but peaceful.
No one had ever said such words to him before.
The things that happened before the token, he mostly couldn’t remember, and after such a long time, how could he possibly remember? Even events from the years he lived, he mostly couldn’t recall. He thoroughly disliked this feeling of forgetting, because once forgotten, people become increasingly numb, but he couldn’t stop it.
Because time had passed too long, anything could be forgotten.
Over time, he stopped thinking about anything.
So the things Han Jing spoke of, he had never considered, nor dare to imagine. He thought he would spend his life this way. Oh no, such a long time should be many lifetimes for ordinary people.
He was somewhat lost.
Han Jing saw his dazed look and thought he couldn’t figure it out, quickly saying: "You don’t need to answer me right now. Take some time to think, consider my suggestion. Before, you might have felt there was nowhere to go, but now it’s different, you helped us, and my place is yours as well."