The Evil Spirit King stared at Li Xinghe, and the look in his eyes made Li Xinghe's heart skip a beat.
It felt too damn familiar. Back in the forbidden reaches of the Chaos World, whenever Li Xinghe tried to find a way out of the Eye of Death, Sang Xue had looked at him just like that.
What made an obsession terrifying was that cold, merciless gaze.
"Kid, you're trying to negotiate with an obsession? I can't tell whether you're naive or stupid," the Primordial Rules mocked.
An obsession was a thought a person could not let go of in life.
It was something they wanted to accomplish even as they died. When that desire refused to fade, it became an obsession.
In the modern world, there was another name for it: a ghost.
So-called ghosts were, in truth, people whose obsessions in life left them unwilling to accept death.
The Evil Spirit King's obsession was to utterly destroy the Primordial World. Even after he died, that desire had not changed.
The Lord of Primordial could have wiped out the Evil Spirit King completely—his body, his Primordial Spirit, even any obsession he might leave behind.
But to someone at the Lord of Primordial's level, the man was already dead. There was no need to erase every trace of him.
Leaving the Evil Spirit King's corpse behind could nourish the Primordial World and test future cultivators. Why not?
To a powerhouse of that caliber, all living beings were ants.
Li Xinghe had understood that mindset for a long time.
Back in the Primordial World, those so-called Saints had been utterly indifferent. "All beneath the Saints are ants"—one sentence had divided life into ranks.
That was why Li Xinghe had never liked Hongjun. *If you treat everyone else like ants, I'll