Chapter 1970: Samsaric Eyes (1/2)

“Old friend, try this samsaric gaze, it should be familiar to you.” Samsara Wild Ancestor roared with both of his eyes open. A third one emerged between them.

“Boom!” Everything disappeared afterward, only darkness remained in this epoch.

One wouldn’t be able to see their hands in front of them in this place void of the light. This was an endless samsaric cycle of darkness. Challenging this power was a futile exercise.

“Rumble!” Even the river of time in this region was affected under the rule of darkness with its flow lingering in this area.

The emperors became alarmed after seeing this because they wouldn’t be able to jump out of this particular cycle of perpetual darkness.

Just imagine, how many people could withstand and persevere in this darkness? One would turn crazy and become devoured by it. Emperors tried to imagine themselves in this situation and weren’t certain whether they could defend their dao heart or not.

“Clank.” Saint raised his sword against the dark cycle. He changed to a defensive stance while the light on the river of time gathered around him and turned into a fiery state.

The sword became a torch with resplendent holy light. It was countless times stronger because all of the light in an epoch had condensed in this place in order to illuminate the world.

The tides of darkness began their a.s.sault but peace could be found near this torch.

The darkness might be terrorizing but the torch could reach the heart of all. It pointed the direction in the darkness, so that the wavering could have a clear goal and head for the light without becoming lost.

In this perpetual cycle of darkness, the torch was the symbol of hope. The emperors felt warm while looking at this holy torch. As long as it was around, the light was still present.

Saint became eternal while standing beneath this torch, unmoved by the waves of darkness. He kept on raising it to illuminate the heart of people. Despite being in the dark, he had jumped out of its shackles.

“Old friend, even if you can s.h.i.+ne the world, you can’t reach everyone’s soul.” Samsara said while looking at the holy torch: “If everyone in the world had a will of light like you, our epoch wouldn’t have been destroyed. I am not the culprit, it is the darkness in everyone’s heart and I simply added oil to the fire. There are no devils, only people turning into devils.”

“As long as I’m around, so will the light.” Saint was still calm while treading through the darkness: “Even if they have darkness in them, the holy light will still light up their heart to stop their weak souls from wallowing in despair. Even if they were to falter, the light will still be there in their lives! This is my meaning for existence. Even if I can’t end the darkness, I’ll continue to bring light and hope to others! I will never stop.”

Saint spoke quietly but it struck a resounding chord in the listening emperors.

When the darkness comes, what would they pick against overwhelming power? If resistance was futile, why bother to do so?