Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

"Even with Chinese civilization, can you really guarantee that it will continue to be passed down in a few thousand years?" Xia Mu asked again.

“I…” Zhao Menghua stammered.

"Also, do you know how many years the Earth has existed?" Xia Mu asked.

Zhao Menghua was somewhat uncertain: "40 billion?"

“To be precise, it’s 46 billion years,” Xia Mu said with a smile. “Then you can calculate how long humans have lived and how much time they’ve occupied in the long history of the Earth.”

Zhao Menghua remained silent.

When your perspective becomes infinitely broad, you'll find that many things lose their meaning; this is nihilism.

Xia Mu does not use this as a methodology to guide his life, but that does not prevent him from using it to guide and lay the groundwork.

"Life is a magnificent illusion, and time is like a thief, quietly stealing everything away."

He said softly, "What remains unchanged outside of time?"

Looking at his compassionate demeanor, and then at Xia Liyi's tender gaze as she watched his retreating figure, Zhao Menghua blurted out, "Yes!"

"What is it?"

Xia Mu almost gave him a thumbs up.

What a great supporting actor! He spared no effort in creating the atmosphere.

"It's a trace of existence!"

Zhao Menghua took a slight breath, then said loudly, "Even if humanity becomes extinct one day, other life forms and other civilizations will appear in the future. They will discover traces of human existence, and they will know that many years ago, in such a legendary era, such a miraculous human civilization was born. They will study our past, record it in history books, and pass it down forever, until the end of the universe!"

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It must be said that he does have some talent; he's not a complete airhead, otherwise he wouldn't have been liked by the artsy girl Chen Wenwen.

"it is good!"

Many of Karii's fans cheered and applauded.

When faced with a debate, ordinary people usually adopt a binary approach, either standing on the left or the right, and these fans naturally stand on the opposite side of Xia Mu.

In fact, Xia Mu knew perfectly well that there was no absolutely correct answer to this question. The purpose of this program was not to explore life's questions clearly, but to guide people to think and find a lifestyle that suits them.

"Okay, you mean there are traces of its existence, right?"

Xia Mu leaned back on the sofa and smiled faintly: "How do you plan to leave a trace of your existence?"

Zhao Menghua didn't understand for a moment: "As long as we've been here, how could there be no trace? We have so much online information, so much data on hard drives, these are all traces."

"How many years can it be stored?" Xia Mu laughed. "Let me tell you, this kind of information storage device can't even store information for a hundred years."

“We also have physical texts, and books that record it…” Zhao Menghua said.

Xia Mu shook his head: "Hundreds of years later, it will all decay and decompose."

"Let me tell you..."

He stood up: "Despite the technological explosion that has generated countless pieces of information, the best way to preserve traces of civilization and ensure that future civilizations can still know about us is..."

All eyes were on him.

Xia Mu shook his head and smiled: "It can only be carved on stone, like how primitive people did it."

A low murmur arose from the audience seats, and many people fell into thought.

It turns out that all of humanity's proud creations are nothing in the face of time.

“I have to add,” Xia Mu continued, “that even if it’s carved in stone, it can’t last for more than 50 million years.”

A hush fell over the room. Zhao Menghua slumped into his seat, muttering in disbelief, "So, time really can steal everything..."

What is the meaning of the heritage or traces of civilization that we strive for, fight for, and try to preserve?

At this moment, millions of people are pondering along with Xia Mu.

"That's my point of view."

Xia Mu walked to the front of the stage, looked at the camera and at everyone, his gaze deep and peaceful.

"In this world we live in, nothing lasts forever, no beauty is indestructible, and no separation of life and death is unavoidable..."

"When we grow old, we'll find that all the regrets and attachments can't be taken away; there's no regret that can be washed away, and no chance to rewrite the story..."

"In the end, life is like a scrap of paper, not even as vibrant as a flower petal."

He spoke in a low voice.

"We come from darkness, and we return to darkness. Who will it be next time?"

Therefore, life has no meaning.

A sense of emptiness and desolation permeated everyone's heart.

The host, Lu Yu, noticed this scene and couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

If this continues, many people might commit suicide!

"I do not believe!"

She suddenly strode back onto the stage and said loudly, "I don't believe that life is completely meaningless! That would be too cruel! I believe you don't think so either, right?"

Lu Yu's implication was almost extremely obvious: if you're going to play this game and really drive many people to despair, then we'll all be finished together.

Countless bewildered gazes focused on Xia Mu's face.

But they found that the handsome man standing in front of everyone had an expression on his face that puzzled many people.

Is there even one tear that can wash away regret...?

"Give me another chance to rewrite the story and repay my past apology..."

His past and present lives flashed by like fleeting shadows, and he felt sorry for not treating his previous life well.

Life has no inherent meaning; the feelings and experiences of each moment are the ultimate meaning.

Natsuki suddenly sat back down on the sofa and held out her hand to Erii: "Give me a pen and paper."

Erii skillfully took it out and gave it to him.

Xia Mu then lay down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and began writing furiously.

Everyone was baffled by him.

“Give me ten minutes,” he said.

The host paused for a moment, walked over to him, and carefully examined what he had written. His expression gradually turned to surprise.

The last time someone wrote a song in ten minutes was probably when Jay Chou wrote "That's Not Love, My Dear".

Is she now going to witness it with her own eyes?

The off-site director also noticed this and was so excited he almost jumped for joy.

Although this program doesn't rely on such gimmicks, could the inspiration generated during the exploration of the meaning of life give birth to a song that perfectly matches the program?

He knows Xia Mu's songs very well and completely trusts his songwriting abilities!

Chapter 100 Life is Like Smoke

PS: The lyrics are perfect and worth appreciating. Mayday's "Like Smoke" (This chapter is longer, and the lyrics do not count towards the word count).

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gazing out the window, my memories flooding back.

Life is a magnificent illusion; time is a thief that steals everything.

……

The camera focused on Xia Mu's handwritten manuscript, and millions of people watched him write songs live.

This opening sentence alone sent shivers down the spines of many.

Time is a thief, stealing everything and causing much suffering.

……

Is there such a thing as something that will never change?

The beauty we've embraced will never be broken again.

……

The lyrics captivated everyone's hearts, unfolding line by line before them.

Before they had even finished reading, Xia Mu began adding musical notes and scores to the lyrics.

Before everyone could even process the deeper meaning of the music, they discovered that Xia Mu had completed the score in one go.

"I feel like I'm seeing a second Jay Chou..." someone murmured.

"The lyrics are good, but they're far from being on par with Jay Chou's. Jay Chou's songwriting ability is unparalleled," someone countered.

"Bring me my electric guitar."

At this moment, Xia Mu went backstage on his own, and Chen Ning brought him the electric guitar that had been prepared.

"Ding ding dong..."

He returned to the stage, sat down next to Erii, and casually plucked the strings, still immersed in his own world.

Although the lyrics were borrowed, the feelings were genuine.

Moreover, no one else has such a profound understanding of past and present lives, and of the fleeting nature of worldly affairs.

Everyone fell silent.

Because the captivating voice, accompanied by the sound of guitar, resonated in everyone's ears through amplification:

I sat on the edge of the bed and turned my head to see who was sleeping.

That aged face seemed to resemble my tightly closed eyes.

Those who once loved me and those I deeply loved are all around me.

The regrets and lingering feelings that couldn't be taken away turned into the last tear.