The Witch Hunter System -
Chapter 1134: Nirvana & Rebirth
Naturally, the elimination of suffering did not mean preventing tragedies before they happened. If listening to a song could achieve such an effect, it would truly defy the heavens.
No, the elimination of suffering simply referred to helping the person cope with their grief or suffering, healing from the pain of loss or the suffocation of hardship, preventing them from succumbing to despair and staying trapped in its pit, ultimately allowing them to move forward with life, mentally stronger and with a firmer heart.
Having read countless books, scrolls, and manuals in the Myriad Sea God Palace, Vaan discovered that it had little knowledge of cultivating the Sacred Will.
Although the Sacred Will was not a cultivation path and didn’t improve combat power, lifespan, or state of existence, its importance wasn’t any less than a core cultivation path.
Regardless of one’s chosen cultivation path, a firm Sacred Will was required to progress far on it. If one’s Sacred Will was weak, the chances of succumbing to heart demons, getting distracted by mundane attractions, or procrastinating from cultivation would become higher.
If one’s Sacred Will was weak, one would also find it harder to recover from setbacks, let alone overcome them.
On the other hand, if one’s Sacred Will was strong, one would always have a clear direction of their path and stay focused on their cultivation, making it smoother and less likely to encounter puzzling problems that would delay it.
Furthermore, they wouldn’t be shaken by difficulties or life-or-death situations, allowing them to make calm, clear choices in a timely manner.
In other words, having a strong Sacred Will was equivalent to having strong willpower and staying true to one’s convictions.
’Although the Ode of Pain and Joy was created to benefit me, its benefits aren’t limited to me. It can help anyone strengthen their Sacred Will,’ Vaan mused.
Pangea was just a fledgling civilization in the vastness of Chaos.
Its people were bound to encounter all kinds of difficulties as it became fully incorporated with the world of Chaos. If everyone could receive the constant soul-washing effects of the Ode of Pain and Joy, there wouldn’t be any idlers left behind.
Everyone would become firm and resolute, clear of their life’s purpose and pursuit.
An entire civilization with firm Sacred Wills was a terrifying thought. Given time, countless powerhouses would be born from it, allowing it to compete for hegemony in the vastness of Chaos.
’Nothing is like the present,’ Vaan thought.
Since he had created the Ode of Pain and Joy, it was time to play it and personally experience its benefits, verifying its effectiveness in the process.
However, the Grand Hall of Sound had rules regarding the practice of sound arts and music; they couldn’t be practiced anywhere without restraint. Otherwise, it would interfere with other disciples’ learning and mental states.
Although Vaan didn’t mind others listening to his practice, he also didn’t want to disrupt others’ studies.
Considering the theorized effectiveness of the Ode of Pain and Joy, it was bound to stir up a storm of commotion if no preventative measures were taken.
Since he was already at the practice region, he conveniently searched for a suitable spot to practice his new song. Unfortunately, he underestimated how busy the place could get; all of the available sound chambers were occupied or booked.
Although most cultivation chambers provided sound insulation, most sound art disciples rarely leave the Grand Hall of Sound to practice their sound art in their cultivation chambers.
It had little to do with travel inconvenience and more to do with the environment.
The prominence of laws related to sound arts in the Grand Hall of Sound accelerated learning and mastery. As such, most disciples were unwilling to self-study and practice elsewhere. ṟ𝔞𝐍ỘBĘṣ
Vaan had no choice but to seek out the administration office in the practice region to search for a sound chamber. Unfortunately, all available sound chambers were occupied or booked out.
However, when Vaan revealed his ID card, with True Sage status and True Divinity-level access permission, a sound chamber was suddenly found and made available for his use—it was the private sound chamber of the True Divinity-level overseer, located in the heart of the practice region.
In this place, the presence of sound laws was at its strongest, accelerating mastery of practice and enhancing law comprehension even further than anywhere else.
Moreover, if Vaan did not use the sound-insulation functions, the private chamber could act as a divine megaphone, spreading the sound of his practice to every inch of the Grand Hall of Sound and beyond.
Naturally, Vaan had no intention of attraction such a big commotion.
However, having enjoyed the benefits and privileges granted by the Grand Hall of Sound, he didn’t mind giving a small audience the chance to hear his first song.
As such, he limited the sound range to a small part of the practice region, allowing the surrounding disciples to be the first batch to experience the wonders of the Ode of Pain and Joy.
At the same time, he could also receive their feedback and verify the song’s effects on other races.
Vaan held his Jade Harmony Flute and brought the blowing edge to his lips, seemingly unfamiliar with its practice in the process. But after running millions of mental simulations, he suddenly became an expert who had practiced the flute for decades.
Such was the prowess of his learning—unrivaled in the world, and definitely attributed to the original, powerful soul of Varuna.
Vaan figured that once he tapped into the abilities of Soul Masters, he would begin to draw out the power of Varuna’s Beyond True Divinity-level soul.
Ring—!
An unexpected yet common sound echoed from the flute piece, no different from the illusionary ringing noise of tinnitus within one’s ear.
Yet this unassuming background sound could instantly draw its listeners into an illusionary void of nothingness. In this empty world, there was no sense of self, for nothing existed. There was no creation or destruction, nor were there any concepts of life and death.
A place of absolute nothing, yet it could potential become the beginning of infinite everything.
When the ring was heard, the nearby True Gods, Divine Emperors, and Divine Kings, who were all in the middle of their practice, suddenly found themselves in this strange, empty world of endless annihilation.
Despite their surprise and curiosity, these emotions felt foreign to them; there was only unprecedented calmness before the threatening force of absolute annihilation.
Everyone found themselves drifting through this endless void of nothingness with no sense of self or body. As such, there was also no sense of fear. They were simply foreign observers who didn’t belong to this empty world, yet chanced upon the opportunity to tour it without consequences.
An incredibly long passage of time seemed to have passed, but there was no concept of it, nor was there anything to compare and measure it.
Everything seemed eternally unchanging–or so everyone believed.
However, the tone of the world suddenly changed.
The same empty world was still observed, and the same constant ring was heard, but everyone began to feel pensive sadness, pain, and loneliness emerging from the deepest parts of their hearts and souls, followed by memories of their youth.
In the distant past, they were all vibrant youths with dreams and ambitions.
However, on the heartlessly long path of cultivation, they lost their families, friends, and lovers one by one. Such losses ate away their souls, killing their youthful hearts. Yet, they had no choice but to move forward, pursuing the everlasting goal of cultivation.
After all, with the world governed by the law of the jungle, only the continuous upgrade of one’s strength was the best reliance for survival.
In time, everyone buried their accumulated grief in the deepest parts of their beings, and it was eventually forgotten. They forget everyone they lost, even forgetting themselves and the reason for pursuing cultivation.
Many times, they encountered and struggled at the edge of life of death, energy and mind drained, bones crackling, without the strength to proceed, they faced the endless temptation of giving up, yet stubbornly managed to persist.
Even when others didn’t believe in them or expect much of them, against all odds, they exceeded everyone’s expectations, rising to their current positions and surpassing their peers repeatedly.
Yet, there was no gratification. Life was meaningless.
They were simply surviving for the sake of surviving, living for the sake of living, cultivating without meaningful purposes.
After receiving these suddenly emerging, long-forgotten emotions, tears subconsciously spilled from their true bodies—a rare occurrence for divine beings tempered by the long passage of time and countless trials.
They suddenly hoped they could hear their loved ones telling them that they had toiled hard enough and made them all proud, and that it was time to reunite, finding peace in death.
However, before the overwhelming surges of negative emotions gripped the True Gods, Divine Emperors, and Divine Kings with despair, shattering their Sacred Wills, the tone of the empty world changed once more.
All of the negative thoughts were immediately cast aside along with the gloom of nothingness by the sudden birth of a universe, filled with infinite hope and possibilities.
A profound yet warm feeling filled their entire beings, washing over their scar-filled hearts and weary souls in gentle yet all-encompassing waves. They were suddenly filled with new hope, drive, and purpose.
A mysterious power seemed to have healed their hearts and cleansed their souls, making them feel as if they had undergone a state of nirvana and rebirth.
The grief and pain of loss didn’t exactly disappear, but their outlook on life and the world as a whole seemed to have changed, making such feelings manageable even if they didn’t bury them.
The families, friends, and loved ones from their younger years were all gone, but they were still here, still alive. As long as they were alive, anything was possible. As long as they were alive, they could bring them back—they could bring them all back!
Anything was possible as long as they were alive and powerful enough.
The seemingly long illusionscape eventually ended, restoring everyone’s awareness and clarity of themselves and their surroundings.
"Was that a... song?" a Divine Emperor doubted.
He felt like he had listened to a very profound song, but all he could remember was the constant ring of tinnitus and the magical effects it brought. He recalled past buried memories with crystal-clear clarity, yet they were no longer burdened or suffocated by them.
"My Sacred Will has become... firmer? No, it has undergone a complete, qualitative transformation!" a True God was shocked at the realization.
Life no longer felt tedious and meaningless; he found himself full of energy and drive.
"What kind of song was that? Who exactly played that flute song just now?"
Suddenly, all these True Gods, Divine Emperors, and Divine Kings desperately wanted to know the answers to these questions.
After all, they didn’t just reap significant benefits from that mysterious song; they were completely reborn from it!
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