aircannonsinc Chapter 48 The Story of the Soul Beasts
Chapter 48 The Story of the Soul Beasts
During this time, Electrox had watched Di Tian teach the soul beasts quite a bit. Seeing Di Tian's teaching scenes, Electrox felt that if it were him teaching, he would also have to use the Heart of the Dead to stay calm.
Therefore, he suggested that only by igniting the soul beasts' curiosity about human civilization could their inner thirst for knowledge be stimulated.
Thinking about his achievements over the past few months, Di Tian couldn't help but sigh. These powerful soul beasts might be natural experts in combat, infiltration, and elemental manipulation, but the fixed mindset formed during their long lives made it incredibly difficult for them to understand human beings, a highly abstract and symbolic product of civilization.
But he had to do it. Humanity was developing too fast. Who could have imagined that ten thousand years later, soul tools would be enough to kill a Limit Douluo, let alone a Battle Armor?
Just like ten thousand years ago, in order for soul beasts to cooperate equally with humans in the future, high-level soul beasts must learn human culture and technology.
Electrolux's suggestion is good, but these guys are only showing interest in human food so far.
A few days later, in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, the moonlight poured down like mercury, gently bathing the gathered soul beasts.
Di Tian's enormous dragon body coiled before the lake, his voice echoing through the tranquil night forest.
"Today, we will not discuss cultivation or warfare. Let us instead savor together the time and emotions that humanity has sculpted with words, the art they call 'literature'."
The first thing he took out was a collection of human essays that exuded a faint scent of ink.
Found in the books Brigitte brought back.
He chose an article that depicted a tranquil night scene and a feeling of homesickness.
The soul beasts were initially restless, but gradually, as Di Tian recited, they seemed to be captured by the beautiful artistic conception.
For the first time, the delicate ripples of the human heart were reflected in those eyes that were accustomed to listening to the sounds of the wind and the whispers of animals.
However, for some spirit beasts, these exquisite words are like casting pearls before swine.
"Stop your babbling and all this useless nonsense!" An impatient, gruff voice abruptly interrupted Di Tian's recitation.
Xiong Jun crossed his arms, his face full of disdain, and said, "What 'moonlight like water, washing away the troubles of the world'?"
Is this stuff edible, or will it enhance my claws? I'd rather have a fight!
The three heads of the Crimson King beside him also shook in unison, with the left head muttering, "I don't understand..."
The person in the middle echoed, "Want to sleep..."
The right side of the head concluded: "Why don't we go hunting!"
Faced with this expected reaction, Di Tian did not get angry. He calmly said, "Calm down and listen. Power is not everything in the world. Understanding another perspective is itself a kind of strength."
Xiong Jun snorted and turned his head away, clearly not taking it seriously at all.
Seeing this, the Crimson King also lay down again, but his mind was clearly already far away.
"Di Tian, please continue. These humans... although they are as insignificant as mayflies, their efforts to capture the 'moment' with words and try to transform it into 'eternity' are quite interesting."
The withering and flourishing of plants in their paintings seem to subtly echo a certain life rhythm of our plant-type spirit beasts.
This had a far deeper impact on the Demon King, who lived a long life and coexisted with the forest, than on the Bear King and the Red King, who only knew how to fight and kill.
Di Tian looked at the Demon King, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
He spoke again, this time choosing a poem that praises the resilience of life and its growth in adversity.
The clear recitation rang out again. Xiong Jun and Chi Wang still looked bewildered or impatient, but Wan Yao Wang listened with even greater focus. Some of the plant-type soul beasts that were near him even swayed gently to the rhythm of the poem.
Di Tian took all of this into view.
He understood that a change in mindset is not something that can be achieved overnight; like a seed planted in the soil, it takes time for it to sprout.
Di Qiu, perched on his dragon head, blinked his ruby-like eyes, his small head seemingly deep in thought.
The sound of Di Tian reciting the poem faded away.
The charm of literature requires quiet contemplation, while perhaps more direct visual art can bring a different kind of impact.
"Next," Di Tian's voice rang out again, attracting the attention of all the soul beasts.
With a gentle wave of his enormous dragon claw, another item emerged from the storage soul tool—a beautifully bound, large-format picture book.
To make it easier to view the painting, Di Qiu had already slid down Di Tian's dragon head, spine, and tail, and she found it quite fun.
"Let's see how humans use color and lines to capture the world as they see it."
The album floated in mid-air, supported by the power of the soul, and the pages unfolded slowly without any wind.
The images above are not the familiar soul tool designs or killing techniques of soul beasts, but rather scrolls painted with rich oil paints or elegant ink washes.
The first picture is a magnificent golden sea under the setting sun, with light and shadow intertwined, creating a grand and imposing scene.
Xiong Jun glanced at it and sneered, "The color is bright, but what sea is so flashy? It's not as good as the Lake of Life in our Star Dou Great Forest."
The Red King's three heads nodded in unison, finding the painting neither edible nor as appealing as real prey.
Di Tian offered no explanation, but simply turned the page slowly.
The following paintings depict the vastness of steep snow-capped mountain peaks, the lively atmosphere of city streets and alleys, and still life sketches, where simple fruits and porcelain appear full of texture under the treatment of light and shadow.
Most of the spirit beasts were bewildered, only finding it novel.
However, when a painting depicting the interior of a dense forest was unfurled, even the Demon King, who had always appeared the most serene and somewhat detached, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.
The painting employs a style known as "Impressionism," with bold and dynamic brushstrokes. Instead of meticulously depicting each leaf, it focuses on capturing the ever-changing effects of light and shadow and the atmosphere of color as sunlight filters through the gaps in the forest.
The light spots shattered on the canvas into countless brilliant golden yellows, tender greens, and pale purples, creating a hazy yet vibrant scene.
"This...this is..." The Demon King's voice trembled slightly.
He never imagined that this scene, which he regarded as a natural law and was used to, could be captured in such a splendid and emotional way!
Human artists use paint to capture not only the scenery, but also the "feeling" of being warmed by sunlight and enveloped by life.
"They saw it...they actually saw it..." the King of Ten Thousand Demons muttered to himself.
"It's not about greedily taking resources, but about truly appreciating the fleeting beauty of the forest."
With these monotonous pigments, one can recreate the symphony of light and life…
Unlike the philosophical resonance brought by literature, this direct visual impact touched the King of Ten Thousand Demons more deeply.
He felt a strong, unprecedented urge: he wanted to express himself, not just passively appreciate!
He possesses a perception and understanding of the forest that no human painter can ever reach—the most essential understanding. Why can't he use his own way to showcase this beauty?
Yes, humans use pens and paints, but what about him? He can use his own soul power to guide the growth of vines and branches, and use flowers nourished by different soul powers to bloom in a myriad of colors. He can even use the life force and light and shadow that permeate the forest as "paints"!
A bold idea began to grow wildly in his mind: he wanted to create a unique, "living" picture of soul beasts in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest!