The bubble bursts, the illusion collapses.
All perishes in silence.
Under Wen Zheng's gaze, Paradise came, and then Paradise left.
But the result?
The result is that there is no result, neither success nor failure.
After the illusion dissipated, what remained was just emptiness.
As if nothing had happened.
Thus, the brow of the Holy Fool silently furrowed.
It's not that the measure is so narrow that it can't accept failure, moreover, even if it's successful, there wouldn't be great rejoicing, whether success or failure is just a mere attempt.
Both success and failure can be accepted.
But what's incomprehensible is this kind of emptiness and silence.
Everything calculated to perfection, all ends in vain.
Then, why?
Just before the Paradise of Transformation dissipated, Wen Zheng reached out his hand, determined to take a chance.
