Zhang Heng, with a fearless demeanor, walked slowly to Ma Ran and said in a leisurely tone, "In the vast Cosmos, every day countless races rise, and countless civilizations perish."
"Everything is but fleeting clouds."
"Only truth and technology endure forever."
"Your ideals, your pursuits, they seem too insignificant and trivial to me."
"Guarding a frail civilization and race will ultimately result in nothingness, leaving you grasping at nothing."
"True eternal path lies in their power and wisdom belonging to the individual!"
"I alone am a race."
"I am civilization!"
Ma Ran gave no response.
He could vaguely guess some of the other party's pursuits.
Li Zhen, truth. Ji Ke, technology.
They are just clichéd puns made into names.
They are all Zhang Heng.
To be precise, they are just a small part of Zhang Heng.
The other party's philosophy sounded somewhat grandiose, but it couldn't make Ma Ran abandon his own pursuits.
"I admire you a lot."
