Chapter 339: Chapter 288: Imagination
Where there is oppression, there will be rebellion.
The warriors’ wanton use of violence ignited the slaves’ fury, but their anger alone could not shake those warriors. After all, these warriors held the ultimate power over life and death, controlled the pinnacle of violence, and this formidable strength was growing even mightier alongside the relentless force of their adversaries.
"We did indeed exploit that at the beginning."
Da Lang Wu Zhao sighed from the side.
"We stirred the ghosts within the slaves’ hearts, thus creating adversaries strong enough to match ourselves, and then by confronting them, we became even stronger... Even if we hadn’t actively pursued this, those monsters would have emerged on their own, we merely accelerated the process slightly."
"I see..."
Du Chengfeng also sighed, then patted the saber on his shoulder, the Phoenix Bird Great Saber where the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix resided.
He could feel the mournful cry of the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix, since this unfortunate individual was a witness to it all—despite having strived for hundreds of years to transform into the ultimate phoenix form most revered by the Chu people, this form ended up being slaughtered like a pig when confronted by the Yin people.
Everything that was exchanged for through hundreds of years of hardship was merely to become someone else’s meal. No one could accept that.
Every time this matter was brought up, the Gray-Black Fire Phoenix felt the pain anew.
"But this method is still effective, right?"
Du Chengfeng summed up Wu Zhao and his fellows’ words.
"After countless failures, they finally found a path forward. You Yin people have indeed bred monsters you can no longer face."
"Yes, that’s roughly how it is."
The three Wu Zhaos nodded in agreement.
Surely, throughout one battle after another, these Yin people grew increasingly powerful, drawing on the combat experience time and again, potentially reaching a point of outrageous strength—but as the Yin people grew stronger, the slaves who harbored resentment against them imagined more powerful, formidable beings.
Until this imagination completely exceeded the Yin people’s control.
"That’s why I’ve always felt the later generations must have grasped some power, a power that could surpass the Yin people themselves and all warriors."
The Jianghu Wu Zhao glanced at Du Chengfeng.
"I had already touched upon the general direction, but before I even set off, you came knocking, and I didn’t even win, I lost to you... If you had come seven or eight days later, you would have been the one dead, don’t you think?"
"Haha."
Du Chengfeng was amused by Wu Zhao’s humor.
"Speaking truthfully, what does this have to do with what I initially came to discuss? I remember coming here to discuss the issue of ghost obstacles outside..."
"That’s precisely what we’re talking about."
Da Lang Wu Zhao tapped the table.
"Imagination, you understand imagination? Imagination has power, you’ve also used the power of the inner ghost, I suppose I don’t need to elaborate on this?"
"Certainly not."
Du Chengfeng nodded.
Imagination, imagination, just like the classic example of ’don’t think about elephants.’ If everyone lacked awareness of elephants, merely considering a creature with pillar-like legs as an elephant, then perhaps a rhinoceros would also bear the title of elephant—of course, this is purely from a materialistic view, whereas Du Chengfeng now knew, this is a pure Idealist World gone mad.
When unwavering will can change reality, imagination truly gains power.
Even a terrifying power strong enough to defy all rationality.
The ancient Yin people lost to imagination. They overemphasized exploiting their inner ghosts and their own strength, yet were obliterated by the slaves’ near-perfect imagination within the ancient times—and presently, Forget Sorrow Village also faces this imagination-constructed situation.
"Someone must have mixed up your place’s name and appended a story to it."
The Jianghu Wu Zhao speculated.
"Moreover, this story is widely circulated, and everyone is inclined to believe it, thus the existence of that story overwrites here, at least the entrance... Simply put, many people collectively using their inner ghosts twisted your reality, do you understand this?"
"I..."
Du Chengfeng was at a loss for words.
Everything lined up.
Initially, he only mentioned the issue of ghost obstacles, not a word about Tao Wuli’s claim of composing a piece about Peach Source Village—yet with just half the information, Wu Zhao accurately guessed the other half and even depicted the process so clearly.
"Wait?"
Du Chengfeng suddenly thought of a question.
"So, does this mean the reason for your annihilation back then was because everyone wanted you dead?"
"That’s not quite right, you’ve oversimplified the inner ghost."
A few Wu Zhaos shook their heads emphatically.
"We are warriors, always walking alongside death. Having witnessed our might, how could they so easily forget... They could use the inner ghost, just as we could. Simply wanting us dead doesn’t mean we would indeed die."
"This..."
Du Chengfeng roughly understood what the Wu Zhaos intended to convey.
Simply put, even if those slaves wanted the Yin people dead, the unbeatable might of the Yin people had been deeply rooted within them—as with the prior ’don’t think about elephants’ example, the more they wished for the Yin people to die, the more they would think about how mighty the Yin people truly were.
Under the dominion of this fear, how could their intentions remain firm?
"But the current situation of Forget Sorrow Village is different."
Contemplating this, Du Chengfeng’s expression became somewhat complex.
In a place like Forget Sorrow Village, not to mention implanting ideas in people’s hearts, people don’t even know the name—yet the name of Peach Source Village, with the people’s recitation of that article, has become renowned.
People firmly believed in the existence of Peach Source Village, but they had never heard of what’s called Forget Sorrow Village.
Due to this firm belief, where they were, Forget Sorrow Village did indeed appear, as the so-called Peach Source Village.
"This is Idealism..."
Du Chengfeng started sweating.
He originally thought everyone could just live their lives in seclusion, far away from war and calamity, no longer needing to concern themselves with external affairs.
But now it seemed...
"No need to be so fearful, you also possess inner ghosts."
The three Wu Zhaos revealed a nonchalant demeanor.
"As I said, it’s impossible to erase someone just through imagination. After all, back then we didn’t... wait?"
The three Wu Zhaos exchanged glances, seeing the horror in each other’s eyes.
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