Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Perhaps because he saw that the other party was just a child, the guardian Yaksha Great Sage did not leave immediately, but stayed for a while.

"What's the matter?" Xiao turned around and asked in a deep voice.

Su Ping said anxiously: "I was not the only one who went to Tianheng Mountain that day. There were also three of my fellow students. They are now..."

"Nothing." Xiao said firmly, "Except you, there is no one else around who has been contaminated by this thing."

"That's good." Su Ping breathed a sigh of relief. The pain he had just endured was still vivid in his mind. He didn't want his three fellow students to suffer the same torture as himself.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, there was a sudden noise. When Su Ping looked over, there was no one there. It was clear that he was the only one left.

In response, Su Ping could only murmur: "As expected of an immortal, you come and go as you please... Thank you."

He could only say thank you towards the place where Xiao was standing before he left, because the speed of this Yaksha was beyond the reach of a mortal like him.

After saying this, he raised his hands and looked at his tender palms, which were completely different from the ones that were covered with cracks just now.

"In the past... I have actually been avoiding it. The reason I encountered that state of mind was probably not only due to the influence of that thing, but also due to my own reasons..."

Su Ping's eyes were filled with shame. The man in his mind was actually him in his previous life. His appearance, expression, and tone were exactly the same.

Perhaps it was the incarnation of that thing, but it did teach Su Ping a truth, a truth that he actually understood but had never seen.

Without the past, how can there be a future?

This time it should be a blessing in disguise. Although he experienced the pain of being unable to live or die, it also allowed Su Ping to dare to face the problem in his heart that he had been avoiding.

This problem had originally been hidden deep in his heart, and he just had a vague resistance to it, but now that it had been brought to the surface, it would be better to resolve it.

Su Ping sat down at the table, glanced at the kettle on the table, reached out to pick it up, and waved it in front of his eyes. As his eyes wavered, they gradually became unfocused.

The past created the present, and the present will embrace the future. This is an eternal law in any world and is common sense.

He was not questioning this law, but was wondering what the present was to the past, and what his present self was to his past self?

In his previous life, he was alone in the wind, frost, rain and snow. In this life, he has a happy family and many friends. Having lived two lives, he is the only one who has inherited these two experiences.

All the hardships in the past seemed to be paving the way for this life, allowing him to behave differently from ordinary people and bring income to his family at a very young age in the eyes of outsiders.

But the smoothness and prosperity of the present make the past a failure and a joke...

Thinking back, Su Ping felt a headache again. He stopped shaking the kettle and splashed a few drops of water onto the table.

Looking at the water drops, Su Ping glanced at the kettle in his hand again, and then poured the water into his other hand.

The slightly cool water remained in the palm of my hand and then dripped through my fingers onto the table. Even if I caught it with my other hand, I couldn't completely avoid it.

Just like this time, just like the current state of the past, present and future.

Su Ping's eyes lit up, and he murmured to himself: "The kettle is the past, the palm is the present, and the table is the future that has not yet been seen. This water is time!"

“The past will send everything that happened to the present intact, and no matter whether we fight to the end or go with the flow, we cannot stop the pace of moving towards the future, and will leave the same traces in the future.”

"The traces of the future will be changed by the present and the past. The present is the same. It will feel the coldness of the past and remember the feelings left by the past."

"But people's palms can be cooled by water, and they can also warm the water, changing the traces left by the past. This means cherishing the present, and perhaps changing the trajectory of the future!"

Every time he spoke, Su Ping's eyes became more enlightened, and the righteousness in his heart also rose.

“I see, I see…” Su Ping closed his eyes but remained sitting upright without any sign of falling to the side.

This is a sign of entry.

In the artistic conception that originally seemed like a vast sky and sea, there was a change. It was no longer the dilapidated state as before, but now there was solid land.

At first glance, the land is vast and boundless. There is no vegetation on the ground, it is bare and looks like a barren land.

Standing on this land without any landmarks, Su Ping glanced around and locked onto the only thing in it: a small stream, with a trickle of water flowing endlessly.

Su Ping moved his feet and walked straight to the stream. He stood at the source of the stream, silent and silent.

The clear water continued to flow out from the spring, as if it would always be like this in the past and in the future, never changing and always the same.

Su Ping watched and remembered in his heart, then he moved his feet and went down the stream, walking very far away, so far that he could no longer see the source of the stream.

As Su Ping walked downstream, the water storage capacity of the stream gradually increased, and the two sides became wider.

Behind the trickling stream is a wide river. The two banks are three meters apart. The water surface is azure blue, and the sparkling water reflects the light.

Su Ping walked here and stopped, looking back, then looking at the river. The expression in his eyes changed without stopping.

"After the stream comes the river. Both of them start from the spring. With the continuous accumulation, the initial drops of water can also become a big river, separating the two banks. Although it is not too wide, it has taken shape..."

Su Ping, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. After he finished speaking, he did not pause. He looked at the path where the water was flowing, and walked without stopping.

The river continued to flow without stopping, crossing countless miles. After making sharp turns at one bend after another, the river began to change. The distance between the two banks became larger and larger, and the originally slow current became turbulent, stirring up waves of white waves on the river surface.

However, it is more like a big river than a river, because the distance between the two banks is already three hundred feet, and it looks like just a small line when viewed from afar.

"From river to river, it changes again, from the slow blue to the rapid white waves. From the outside, the changes are only the size of the two banks, but in fact there are changes in the riverbed, hidden underneath."

As he spoke, he raised his hands, slowly clasped them in the direction where the river came from and went, and closed his eyes.

This grip did not seem unusual, but Su Ping knew that such an action manifested in the body was called manifestation in the body in perception.

It provides a way for those who are perceptive to observe the changes. Although the past, future and present are simple and easy to understand, they actually contain profound knowledge.

Su Ping stood there for an unknown amount of time, his body motionless, like a sculpture. An invisible aura was floating around him. This aura was for self-cultivation, uprightness of mind, and sincerity.

As soon as he stopped, the world seemed to slow down as well. Although the river was turbulent, it made him still in his heart. The flying foam and water splashed in mid-air, and nothing moved.

In the calm, Su Ping opened his mouth and exhaled deeply, letting out the turbid air in his heart. Most of the entanglement about the past and the future had dissipated.

Of course, he has to finish the rest of the journey. It is not his character to give up halfway. If it is something he can do to the best of his ability, he will never give up easily.

Facing the direction of the eastward-flowing river, Su Ping opened his eyes, emitting two clear rays of light. With determination, thirst for knowledge, and fearlessness, he took a step forward and ran towards his final destination.

The sea is unfathomable, and the visible parts are plain and dull, but where the eyes cannot see, undercurrents surge, shattering any lingering hopes of luck.

This is where Su Ping finally arrived. It is also the place where the spring finally converges after passing through streams, rivers, and big rivers. It is also the place where hundreds of rivers converge.

Standing on the shore, Su Ping's figure was very small. It was not because of his young age. Even the tallest human would look small in front of this vast ocean.

The waves are surging and rising, like the roar of a giant beast, as if shaking the heaven and earth, which can easily make people who are watching the sea feel a surge in their hearts.

Although he had seen it many times, Su Ping was still moved. Facing the sea, behind him was the surging river, flowing endlessly.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, bit by bit, in sync with the rising and dissipating of the waves.

It inhales when it rises and exhales when it dissipates. Between inhalation and exhalation, it is the process of the waves struggling upward, which may be short or long, each one has its own differences.

In this state of mind, no one knew how much time had passed, there was no change between day and night, and Su Ping had no idea how long he had been standing there. He only knew that the tangle in his heart had dissipated, completely dissipated.

At the moment when the knot in his heart dissipated, Su Ping opened his eyes, and a clear light suddenly shone, containing a long-lasting and majestic meaning, and an aura that lasts for eternity.

All of this implies that I have gained a lot from this artistic journey, to an almost unbelievable degree.

“The past carries the present and the future, and the future cannot be stopped. It can only go to the predetermined one. But everything we do now can change the direction of the future, more or less.”

"The past already exists and cannot be changed. It can only be remembered or forgotten. This is what I realized and felt this time, but perhaps, there is more to it..."

Because until Su Ping finished speaking, there was no sign of the artistic conception of heaven and earth collapsing. Instead, it continued to change subtly, and a few clouds appeared on the horizon and went against the river.

The clouds changed from snow-white to pitch black, with thunder rumbling as they kept drifting in the direction from which Su Ping came, as if they were trying to return to their source.

"The end of everything is not the end yet." Su Ping said slowly: "Whenever there is an end, there will always be a few ways to return to the source..."

"This cloud seems to represent a cycle, bringing the water that flows here back to where it was born, and flowing here again, endlessly."

"The newly returned water may not necessarily follow the same route as when it came in. It may fall or remain in different riverbeds and bays."

"Just like all living beings, doing the same repetitive things day after day, year after year..."

After saying this, Su Ping's body shook, and white light filled his body, about to take him away from here and back to reality.

Before leaving, Su Ping looked back at the cloud, but he just looked back without turning around, just like he had been doing all the way.

This also represents that the philosophy he believes in at the moment, the past cannot be changed, it can only be looked back at occasionally, and the future cannot be stopped, it can only be faced with strength.