A Spark Can Ignite a Prairie Fire

In the void of the starry sky, Zhou Haodang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the endless stars. He spoke slowly, "Back then, I was fully aware that the Great Sui Dynasty was beyond saving, on its last legs. The only way to save it was to break away and establish something new."

"But I could not bring myself to destroy my own country..."

Zhou Haodang's tone was calm, but the emotions behind it could only be understood by someone who had experienced a simulated life, like Zhu Youji.

"Ultimately, was it because of the words 'Rely on Heaven, Slay the Dragon' from the Heaven-Slaying Dragon Technique?" Zhu Youji inquired.

"That's part of it, but not the key."

Zhou Haodang continued, "Back then, when my uncle's family was captured and about to be executed, I knew I had to return and face it all."

"In fact, I had many ways to save my uncle's family without resorting to extremes."