Nations and homelands, the flickering fires of civilization, Earth—all are merely grains of dust in the deep cosmos. A mere moment in the starry sky, yet a thousand years pass in the mortal world. An insect's entire life lasts no longer than a single autumn; you and I alike are struggling to cross the river. What truly lies at the very end of the deep cosmos?
Chapter 341: Ji Nanjue, Are You Even a Woman?
In the vast universe, the birth and destruction of an entire galaxy are nothing more than a fleeting, mottled flash of light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sorrow that the ending is already predestined. Where will you and I be hundreds or thousands of years from now? Nations and homelands, the flickering fires of civilization, Earth—all are merely grains of dust in the deep cosmos. A mere moment in the starry sky, yet a thousand years pass in the mortal world. An insect's entire life lasts no longer than a single autumn; you and I alike are struggling to cross the river. What truly lies at the very end of the deep cosmos?
Chapter 325