Compared to the brilliant Milky Way, humans are truly insignificant. An individual among Earth's creatures is merely one in billions, and Earth, compared to the stars of the cosmos, is similarly as small as a speck of dust.
The existence of an individual, or even the life and death of a planet, holds no real significance to the entire cosmos; it's merely the continuous transformation of matter.
"Wang Xuan, what do you seek in this lifetime?" He Fang asked him, his gaze seemingly nurturing a brilliant Star Sea, profound and infinite.
This question seems simple, yet upon careful thought, it becomes difficult to answer. People's aspirations are always different and change with age, experience, and differing living environments.
Wang Xuan pondered briefly and realized his master was not asking about a specific ideal, but about his Dao!
