235: But...what?

On the Great Wall.

Meng Tianzong was ready to go down and kill enemies; he had to quickly regain the face he lost during the day, otherwise he might be cursed every day.

It was evening, and the sun was setting.

Meng Tianzong, who was about to leave, suddenly noticed that Xiao Fan’s brows were constantly furrowed.

He smiled and said, “Hey! Xiao Fan!”

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Xiao Fan shook his head.

Meng Tianzong smiled wryly.

Even Xiao Fan couldn’t escape the Border Syndrome.

Border Syndrome: After entering the border and learning the cruel truth of this world, one’s emotions fall into a prolonged state of depression. Because the impact is quite significant, some people need a long time to recover, and many others, due to emotional reasons, make wrong choices in battle during this period, sacrificing themselves regrettably.

Everyone in Shanhai Pass had gone through this stage, and Meng Tianzong was no exception. Ouyang Guanyue, being too young at the time, was negative for more than half a year.

So…

“Follow me!” Meng Tianzong waved his hand, a brilliant smile on his face.

Xiao Fan nodded and followed, and the two walked towards another stronghold on the Great Wall.

Soon, a higher flight of steps appeared before them, and Meng Tianzong ascended them.

Xiao Fan followed beside him.

Step by step, the moment he ascended the steps, the dazzling golden sunset instantly occupied all of Xiao Fan’s vision. This extremely beautiful scenery immediately improved his mood considerably.

But this was not the most moving part.

After Xiao Fan completely stood on the high platform, he suddenly lost himself in thought as he looked at the stronghold before him.

Because on this steel stronghold, there was an old but sturdy plaque.

On the yellow plaque, two lines of poetry were written with a brush, the strokes like Dragons, extremely beautiful.

“In the vast desert, a lone smoke rises straight; over the long river, the setting sun is round.”

Meng Tianzong put his hands on his hips, a wide smile on his face, and said, “This poem was passed down from before the Qi recovery, and it has thousands of years of history.”

“And the words on it were written by the Great General. Aren’t these words beautiful?”

In Xiao Fan’s ears, Meng Tianzong’s words gradually blurred, and he seemed to be pulled into another space.

Before his eyes, the Great Wall was still the Great Wall, and a lonely man sat on the city wall, strong winds blowing his black cloak and his empty sleeve.

He sat there quietly, like an eternal, unchanging statue.

Suddenly, the man seemed to sense Xiao Fan standing behind him. He stepped down from the city wall, turned around, and his face, with distinct sideburns and a hint of vicissitude, appeared.

The man walked up to the already dazed Xiao Fan, gently patted his shoulder, and said, “The truth of the world is cruel.”

“But we are powerless to change it, because this seems to be the Creator’s game.”

“He etched into the genes of all living beings the desire for power, madness, aggression, and bestiality.”

“He also etched in the desire for survival. These things force us to fight, to kill enemies, to be cruel.”

“These things cannot be changed.”

“But…”

Mid-sentence, the scene suddenly disappeared and shattered.

Xiao Fan abruptly came back to his senses, a little bewildered.

What was that?

Who talks halfway through a sentence?

Who was that person just now? The Great General?

What did he ultimately want to say?

In the far distance, on the highest lighthouse, Jiang Shenyi sat quietly in his favorite, most peaceful spot, drinking old yellow wine, a smile on his face.

“But what?”

“Go figure it out yourself…”

“Everyone’s answer is different.”

Back on the Great Wall, Meng Tianzong frowned and said, “Hey, hey, hey, Xiao Fan, what’s wrong with you?”

Xiao Fan shook his head blankly and said, “I… I don’t know.”

“I just seemed to be pulled into another space, but now I don’t remember anything, only that there was someone who was quite despicable, only speaking halfway.”

The Great General: “?”

Meng Tianzong, however, frowned and said, “There’s such a thing? Am I seeing ghosts?”

“Wait… Xiao Fan, this is…”

Suddenly, his voice became urgent.

“Focus all your attention on your hand, quickly!”

Xiao Fan nodded and did as told, raising his hand. All his attention converged on his fingertips. Suddenly, a faint energy fluctuation emerged, but it wasn’t strong.

Yet Meng Tianzong was shocked, his eyes even trembling involuntarily.

“You… you actually comprehended the rudimentary form of ‘Intent’?”

“How did you do it?”

“I… I didn’t do anything.” Xiao Fan was also bewildered.

He looked at the power and said, “This thing is ‘Intent’?”

“It doesn’t feel very powerful.”

Meng Tianzong rolled his eyes and said, “That’s because you’ve only just started, okay? ‘Intent’ needs to be nurtured!”

“The longer it’s nurtured, the stronger the ‘Intent’ becomes!”

“However, you haven’t reached the ‘nurturing Intent’ stage yet. You need to first let your ‘Intent’ fully form.”

“How should I do that?” Xiao Fan asked.

Meng Tianzong shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

Xiao Fan was surprised. He felt that this person was a bit unreliable. He rubbed his temples and asked, “Then how did you make your ‘Intent’ form?”

“Everyone is different. My ‘Intent’ formed very suddenly after I killed my enemy.”

“Some people even form it while eating breakfast. For example, the contemporary King Star God, his ‘Intent’ suddenly formed on the Dignity Battle, during the few steps he took onto the field while eating a meat bun.”

“This is called… Opportunity, yes, when the Opportunity comes, your ‘Intent’ will naturally come to fruition.”

“So now, go find your Opportunity.”

Xiao Fan nodded slightly. It seemed Meng Tianzong was right; people’s understanding of Intent was still incomplete.

Even earlier on the spaceship, Meng Tianzong had told him that in the earliest times, only those who reached the Martial Saint or even Martial God Realm could barely condense Intent.

The Human Race is truly stronger from generation to generation now.

If those older generation powerhouses knew that the people of this generation’s Super God Class began to comprehend Intent at eighteen, they might also have to lament that the waves behind push the waves ahead.

Finally, Meng Tianzong left.

“Our one-on-one fight, let’s do it another day. I need to go kill enemies first.”

“By the way, someone should come to challenge you one-on-one later. He’s of a higher Realm, but he’ll suppress his Realm. I hope to hear news of your victory during the happy hour.”

“What is it? Who wants to challenge me, and what is happy hour?” Xiao Fan looked confused. This guy spoke so unclearly.

Meng Tianzong waved his hand and said, “You’ll know tonight. I have to go quickly; my teammates are already waiting for me!”

Xiao Fan was helpless. He suddenly remembered the guy who spoke halfway and wondered why everyone in Shanhai Pass seemed to be a riddle-speaker.

But when he looked again, Meng Tianzong had already walked far away, the sunset enveloping his body, turning him into a small black dot.

Xiao Fan suddenly couldn’t help but ask loudly, “Hey, you’re not going to not come back, are you!?”

His voice echoed along the long city wall.

Meng Tianzong, walking ahead, heard it and immediately cursed, “Go to hell!”

“You’re the one who won’t come back!”

“Wait for me tonight, I’ll treat you to a big meal!!”