The two stared at each other.
A long silence, as though even time had frozen, spread through the burning ruins of the sea of consciousness.
Then they suddenly smiled at each other.
It was the feeling of knowing they had not misjudged the other.
Yes. Who in this world could understand them better than themselves?
The Heavenly Dao had created Li Xuanxiao's Self Corpse, originally intending it to deal with Li Xuanxiao.
Yet now, it had unexpectedly been turned around and used by Li Xuanxiao instead.
Two souls—one calm as a dying candle, the other savage as flames that could burn the heavens—stood against a backdrop of destruction.
For the first time, they resonated as one.
"We..."
Li Xuanxiao spoke exceedingly slowly, his voice hoarse yet abnormally clear.
"Have we been played in the palm of someone's hand from the very beginning?"
Self Corpse Li Xuanxiao continued, "Turned by that lofty existence into a pathetic game of chess?"
So what?
So what were they supposed to do!?
So what were they supposed to do? What were they supposed to do?
How were they to resist? How were they to fight against this damned Heavenly Dao?
There were no words!
Li Xuanxiao suddenly raised his head. Within those eyes that had once been calm and dead still—
there finally erupted a pure, ultimate fighting spirit and unyielding defiance sharp enough to pierce the firmament.
Self Corpse Li Xuanxiao likewise threw back his head.
He too fixed his gaze on that vault of heaven, his mouth stretching into a savage grin mixed with madness, hatred, and endless resolve.
"So..."
At this moment, above the burning ruins of Shu Mountain, at the boundary between the sea of consciousness and reality, two voices—
carrying the will to stake everything, thundered out:
"We will answer