While training, the Demon Prince glanced at Li Shiwei from the corner of his eye.
This girl's ability to come up with one wild notion after another was almost laughable. One moment she was fantasizing about this, the next about that; she had trick after trick of petty cleverness, yet she had never considered that she herself had no way to make any choice at all.
Choice? Hah.
Neither he nor Li Qi had a choice, yet she was already being picky.
A complete fool. Li Qi had protected her too well, to the point that she had never realized that in this universe, cruelty and indifference were the main theme.
The Nine Lands of the World: the Dream City of the Demonic Path, Humanity's endless expeditions, the Divine Path's equal treatment of all, the Demon Race and true dragons' complete indulgence in and worship of competition, the Shaman and Daoist Paths jointly practicing noninterference and no rescue, leaving all things to live or die on their own, and the Spirit Path's utter indifference toward the real world—even actively advancing destruction.
All things considered, the most compassionate was unexpectedly the Buddhist sect.
Yet Buddhists regarded life and death as trifles. Although they believed everyone should be saved, that salvation did not necessarily have to come in this lifetime.
In the eyes of those bald heads, death was merely another form of rebirth. By the same token, rebirth was another form of death.
The moment you were born, it meant a ghost had vanished from the underworld.
When you died, a ghost would likewise be born in the underworld.
Life and death turned in endless cycles. Your death and suffering in this life meant nothing. After long reincarnations, one day you would surely attain great enlightenment, become an "awakened one," transcend