Only his eyes could see it most clearly: countless life souls struggled and wept as they walked toward destruction, while countless accompanying earth souls scattered on the wind. No one felt pain for any one of them.
"Everyone regarded their own life as precious—at least to themselves, more important than heaven and earth. Yet to heaven and earth, so long as there was enough space and enough time, the existence of human life held not even the most basic meaning. One person's love, hatred, passions, grudges, and a thousand years of meetings and partings were no different from a leaf falling back to its roots."
"So, was trampling on human lives, even devouring life souls, truly punished by the Heavenly Dao?"
Hovering above the battlefield, Ye Lingfeng watched countless earth souls swept in by the storm below. He personally watched those faces of death, still bearing longing and attachment. But once their numbers grew vast, "attachment" lost all meaning, and people became cold numbers.
Numbers had no love, hatred, passions, or grudges. They were merely symbols.
Ye Lingfeng increasingly felt that coldness was the true essence of heaven, earth, and the universe.
Thus, if not for Li Tianming, he would rather devour life souls. The effect of a single life soul was a hundred times that of an earth soul. He craved power too desperately.
Human lives were too cheap!
So cheap that even he could no longer hold them in awe.
Tens of millions of life souls struggled in agony and dispersed unwillingly. Their cries, their attachments, their longing for the mortal world, their reluctance to leave their loved ones, their deep love for their children... once the numbers became so great they made one's scalp go numb, they easily turned uniform and repetitive, devoid of all novelty, impossible