Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 532 The Eternally Burning Microcosm
The silvery moonlight, like a pool of molten mercury, with a heavy texture, silently soaked into the entire earth.

After a busy day, Master Wang, under the gaze of his mother and his stinky younger brother Wang Luo, who looked at him like a scumbag, finally returned to his loyal Wang Family Farmhouse.

Yes, for a moment, Wang Li subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the horizon.

A silver disc-like moon hung alone in the dark blue sky, cold and desolate, its radiance as smooth as water.

But for some reason, it made his heart tighten, as if the moonlight itself carried a weight, pressing down on his chest.

This silver moon...

"Forget it, I'll just ignore her."

Wang Li shook her head and exhaled a long, deep breath, as if she wanted to pour out all the pent-up turbidity in her body into the silent night.

Then, Wang Li couldn't help but let out a long sigh:
"Wow, that's powerful..."

Wang Li's voice was filled with deep emotion, yet strangely mixed with a sense of relief as if she had survived a catastrophe.

After a pause, as if savoring all the emotions in her heart, Wang Li added:

"My days are just too exciting..."

But having said that.

But deep within Wang Li's heart, the vast starry sea known as "microcosm" did not fall silent as her body relaxed.

The light and shadow of the day, the vivid faces, the burning gazes, the subtle words, all seemed to be replaying themselves behind his closed eyelids in a surging, overwhelming manner.

It wasn't a simple rewind of memories, but a torrent of emotions, carrying warmth, texture, and even weight and impact, violently washing over the shores of his consciousness.

On the contrary, Wang Li's seventh sense universe was being propelled by this torrent, constantly rotating and expanding infinitely on an unprecedented scale, without end or beginning!

It's as if every wave of emotion becomes the fuel to ignite a new star, and every tremor of the soul propels the galaxy into motion.

Silver moonlight fell on Wang Li's shoulders, its gentle glow shimmering.

Bathed in the cool moonlight, Wang Li's lips slowly curved into an indescribable smile.

There was calmness, composure, and a clear understanding of one's own situation, but in the end, all these emotions settled down and subtly transformed into a trace of... joy.
I am glad that I can still feel these "troubles" and I am glad that I have not lost myself in that overwhelming power.

He raised his hand, opened his palm, and examined it carefully in front of his eyes.

The moonlight, like water, flowed across the lines of his palm, making the intersecting life lines, wisdom lines, and fate lines crystal clear and distinct. Even the fine textures on his skin were faintly visible.

This hand, with its evenly proportioned joints and slight calluses, looks no different from any other young person struggling to make a living—ordinary and authentic.

But only he himself knew that within this seemingly ordinary body lay a terrifying power capable of shaking the stars, interfering with time and space, enough to inspire awe in mortals, and even causing him to feel a chill in the dead of night!
But this power, this power that is enough to overturn common sense and challenge the rules, is deeply rooted in the most ordinary, trivial, and sometimes even vulgar and annoying aspects of human life.

But when I close my eyes, the scenes from the daytime appear clearly.

The girls' feelings for themselves, those extremely subtle fluctuations, seemed to contain something deeper, something more ineffable. Pure, passionate, without a trace of impurity, like an uncut diamond, refracting a light that was impossible to look directly at.

Their emotional torrents were completely different.

During the day, they had formed an invisible force that pinned Wang Li firmly to the spot, leaving her in a dilemma.

But now, as the surrounding noise recedes like the tide, as the sounds of wheels, voices, and all the clamor of the world are washed away by the moonlight, it is as clear as water.

These daytime "troubles," these "stressors" that he was exhausted from dealing with and wished he could just disappear, seemed to undergo some strange transformation and sublimation in this vast silence.

They transform themselves, shedding their annoying outer shell to reveal their essential core.

Those were emotions of vastly different natures, yet equally pure and powerful, seemingly originating from the very beginning of life!

They no longer try to overwhelm him, tear him apart, or leave him bewildered.

Instead, like a different kind of water flow, it began to repeatedly and tirelessly wash and beat against the mental defenses that Wang Li had built with her will and spirit.

This impact was not intended to destroy.

Wang Li carefully savored the peculiar sensation within her body, which felt more like a strange forging process, a refining and tempering.

Every wave of emotion crashing against Wang Li's emotional defenses sparked invisible flames.

Those were not destructive sparks, but rather impurities refined during the forging process. Each strike made the barrier of will more compact, more resilient, and better able to withstand potentially more violent impacts in the future.

At the same time, it's like a profound nourishment, subtly and silently nurturing.

Those intense, warm, and even cold emotional energies seem to be filtered, purified, and refined by some mysterious mechanism within the microcosm itself, leaving only the essential.

Like drops of life-giving dew, it silently seeped into the foundation of his inner universe.

In the deepest part of the vast starry sea that nourishes his own seventh sense universe, the stars within become even more dazzling, their trajectories even more mysterious and unpredictable, and they are filled with endless vitality and possibilities.

Yes, Wang Li knew from the very beginning.

He obtained the system, became the agent of Chronos, the primordial god who controlled time and transcended all things, and inherited His invaluable fragment of a microcosm containing infinite possibilities.

From the moment he embarked on this bizarre, challenging, and perilous path of the "Saint Seiya," he had already touched upon this truth.

The source of this ever-expanding, nebula-like power within him, almost beyond the control of his young mind, is called the "microcosm".

The core of the microcosm will never be those cold star charts in textbooks, nor the energy conversion efficiency that can be explained by those rigid physical formulas, much less those mysterious, lofty, and otherworldly rules, concepts, or laws.

Wang Li's "microcosm" is the boiling will itself!

It is an indomitable spirit that dares to roar at the world and punch the impossible!

It is an emotional spark so intense that it can ignite the void, create miracles, reverse cause and effect, and ultimately rival the universe itself!
It is a profound perception of the chaotic, bustling, tearful, joyful, painful, and happy world beneath our feet, and an almost obsessive love for all that truly exists!
(End of this chapter)