In the era where the obsession resided, Zhao Li looked at that unyielding figure, like a living Overlord.
At the end of his rope, he burned himself out and unleashed a brilliant Single Strike, but the Overlord himself fell.
Just as Zhao Li was feeling emotional, he saw the fallen corpse stand up again, as if it had crossed countless years, and look at him.
Zhao Li knew it was an obsession, but it was different from the previous obsessions. The form taken by this Dou Di powerhouse's obsession was not the dark, black Evil Karma, but pure, plain white, the same plain white as the obsessions that had been assimilated and dissipated by him.
This clearly looked like someone who had let go of their obsession, yet it could still exist here, making Zhao Li a bit confused about what it was exactly.
Zhao Li's heart leaped. The conscious Will he had felt earlier was indeed not his imagination.
"Yes. Dust to dust, Earth to Earth. Since it returns to annihilation, it's better to completely dissipate. What's the point of relying on this Death Mountain to become an ignorant, senseless existence that isn't even a ghost, except to harm others?"
Although facing a Dou Di entity, Zhao Li was unusually calm and told him his thoughts truthfully.
The Venerable Overlord was a little surprised by Zhao Li's composure, but that was all. Without any warning, he asked Zhao Li a question:
"Do you know why this Mountain Range exists?"
Zhao Li had already speculated and voiced his thoughts:
"Forged from the remains of our predecessors."
"Exactly! They fought their whole lives, only asking to live to see what the world they protected looked like. Was that wrong? Your actions are an insult to our ancestors!"
The Venerable Overlord gave Zhao Li a definitive answer, then his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Zhao Li coldly.
Hearing this, Zhao Li looked at the Dou Di entity and retorted:
"That's it? Are you trying to fool me?"
If it was just to see the current Continent, why would he bother assimilating them with such effort? He just needed to imprint everything he knew into their Souls for them to see, and wouldn't these obsessions dissipate?
Seeing Zhao Li's expression, a hint of appreciation appeared in the Venerable Overlord's eyes. At least he still had consciousness. He didn't want to see those who were either former comrades or descendants he had never met but who shared the same Will as them, living in such a muddled, unrestrained state.
Now, finally, such a person had arrived. He hoped that those entities could find release and no longer exist in such ignorance.
"Yes, that's it. Ultimately, what they sought was only this! But..."
The Venerable Overlord gave Zhao Li a definite answer, but then changed the subject, making Zhao Li's heart, which had just settled, rise again. He knew that what came after "but" was often the most crucial.
A hint of helplessness appeared in the Venerable Overlord's eyes. He didn't engage in Building Suspense and said:
"Whether it was heroic or insignificant, those who could enter this mountain were actually doing what they believed was right. Regardless of success or failure, they had no regrets. But they were afraid, afraid that everything they did was in vain. Obsessions were born from this."
When the goal is clearly visible, moving forward fearlessly is not difficult. But when the path ahead is too far, and all you can see is darkness, it's too hard to remain so resolute and walk on without fear!
At the end of their lives, when their memories flashed before their eyes, they saw a lifetime of struggle. At this point, they inevitably wavered. Is there really hope if we continue like this? Fear and longing were born from this, and obsessions were thus attached to a regret they thought of, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
The Venerable Overlord felt a pang of sympathy. The existence of his consciousness made him watch helplessly as more and more people entered the Death Mountain and became obsessions, neither living nor dying.
Fortunately, at a certain point, no new obsessions were born here. From that moment on, he knew that what they had failed to achieve, later generations had accomplished.
Unfortunately...
"If it were before they were invaded by Outer Demons, perhaps it would be this simple. But after being entangled with Outer Demons for Ten Thousand Years, the obsessions here are no longer just theirs... You, I'm afraid, cannot transcend them."
When he said this, he hesitated. After tens of thousands of years, it wasn't just the skeletons of the Continent's people under this Mountain Range.
Even after death, these obsessions were still in conflict.
Zhao Li didn't fully take in his words. Success or failure, he had to try first. As for now...
He suddenly looked up, fixing his gaze on the Venerable Overlord, his eyes full of inquiry, and asked:
"May I ask, Senior, what is your obsession?"
The Venerable Overlord seemed not to have expected Zhao Li to ask this. He was stunned for a moment, then seeing Zhao Li's serious expression, he carefully sized up this junior, who was countless years his junior.
Amidst the gentleness, there was a sense of absolute dominance, which was the strongest backing for practicing one's own Dao.
There was no need to ask further; he already knew Zhao Li's thoughts. He chuckled lightly, then his figure faded, slowly dissipating.
Wasn't his obsession the fear that these countless people who had sacrificed would never find peace?
From now on, someone would strive for these entities that were neither human nor ghost, perhaps not even considered living beings...
Seeing this sudden change, Zhao Li's face visibly showed surprise. Before he could do anything else, the area began to dissipate, only a wave of relief washing over him from all directions...
If there is Reincarnation in the world, can they also live another life and see the world they protected with their own eyes?
For no reason, this thought arose in Zhao Li's mind. Then, he fell silent, allowing the Torrent to wash over him.
"Reincarnation... I don't know if Reincarnation exists on the Dou Qi Continent, but my world must have it."
After a long time, Zhao Li's eyes lit up. Since he could establish a Heavenly Court, could he also have an Underworld?
Even though his world was still barren now and thinking about this was a bit early, once this thought arose, it made him want to evolve his world towards the Primordial Three Realms.
Perhaps after countless years, it could also become a place comparable to or even surpassing the Great Thousand World.
Thinking of this, he looked at this Death Mountain, and his gaze towards these obsessions was no longer just about assimilating them as before. To him, their obsessions were undoubtedly the best resources for him to understand the myriad forms of life and construct Reincarnation.
Moreover, this Death Mountain was originally the core of the Life-Death Transformation Formation. He wanted to move it into his world and use it as a foundation to build a simple Underworld framework!
"Before that, I must withstand the invasion of these obsessions before I can take them back to my world. I didn't expect that the choice I ultimately made was still to make no choice..."
Zhao Li looked at the dense shadows in the Death Qi-filled Mountain Range, his heart filled with emotion.
But he knew that although what he was about to do was the same as what he did at the very beginning – being invaded and bearing their obsessions – both the reason and the process, as well as his own mindset, had actually changed.
Thus, he stepped into the Torrent once again, actively accepting the Imprint of the obsessions. Although each of their existences was actually insignificant to Zhao Li, even the Dou Di obsessions, they were too numerous, so many that they were countless. Zhao Li only felt his Soul constantly being eroded and occupied, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Within a certain obsession, another Will awakened, looking at Zhao Li, and said faintly:
"Give up, you can't do it."
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