"What exactly is the heavens, does it truly exist?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Mr. Jinli also shook his head.
He could not answer.
Perhaps it really existed, but at Zhu Minglang's current level, it was impossible to know.
Just like in a birdcage, some could only hop a few times, some could fly halfway up, and some could fly to the top of the cage.
Zhu Minglang was like the person who flew to the top of the cage, who accidentally stumbled upon the "peeping" bird-keeper, while the other birds below were still singing their pleasing songs cheerfully.
Unless one flew out of the cage, one would never see the real sky.
Even if the sky outside was possibly a contrived fabrication of a false heavens, being brave enough to break through that comfort and ease, and seeking the real meaning and truth, there would eventually be an answer—if such a tiny bird had that enormous resolve!
"False heavens!"
"All these things are false heavens!"
