"----"
When the Ice-Blue Demon Eyes appeared in Fang Li's eyes once more, glinting with a frigid light, a familiar scene entered his field of vision.
Within his sight, the world still resembled a dilapidated house on the verge of collapse, riddled with cracks everywhere.
Death Lines, like spiderwebs and shattered glass fractures, filled every corner of his vision.
The ceiling seemed ready to cave in at any moment.
The ground appeared as though it could collapse in an instant.
All around him, Stone Giants covered in Death Lines roared as they charged fiercely toward him.
Although it was his first time seeing the Death Lines of Stone Giants, Fang Li had a feeling.
The Death Lines... seem to have become more numerous than before?
They had not merely increased in number; they had also become clearer.
It was as though Fang Li's understanding of "death" had suddenly leaped several levels. Not only could he see more endings in things, but they had also become incomparably distinct.
Looking at those exceptionally clear Death Lines, Fang Li could not help but think.
With this, no matter who comes, I can definitely kill them.
Thus, Fang Li became completely immersed in it.
Intuitively speaking, Fang Li's soul possessed the effect of automatically recording death, allowing him to understand death as naturally as eating.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, Fang Li's soul had already recorded everything he had seen regarding his understanding of death.
Even worlds.
Even concepts.
Yet Fang Li had no way to kill actual worlds and actual concepts.
It was not that he could not understand them, but that his cognition was limited.
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception had always been an ability linked to the brain.
Even if Fang Li's soul recorded every ending, after traveling through several worlds,