Li Qi raised a hand and pulled Laqi out of the high-dimensional space.
He silently watched Laqi's entire life. Everything concerning the entire Manifold Race unfolded before his eyes.
Laqi had not been a happy member of the Manifold Race.
His whole life had been squandered on things as insubstantial as mist and smoke.
It was as though he had been controlled by his own fantasies, forced into a fresh and strange realm. It was as if his spirit had slipped free of his body and wandered everywhere, seeking somewhere to lodge, yet after a fruitless search, found nowhere to belong.
Yet in truth, he had also been fortunate.
For in this other distant land, he had finally entered a shell. To put it in a stale old phrase, he had found his destination here.
He had been fortunate enough to meet a transcendent and great existence, one that had at least told him what he had pursued all his life.
It had let him know that he had obtained what he sought, if only a part of it.
He could be said to have died without regrets. He had created a world and seen how beautiful his creation was. Then, with pride and disdain in his heart, he hid that world away and told no other members of the Manifold Race, even if it meant losing his earthly reputation.
Laqi's lifelong wish had once been to leave his name behind, yet now he voluntarily locked the brand-new world he had unearthed inside his mind, disdaining to tell those vulgar others.
Because those things had already passed. He wanted more, and something newer.
He had lived to an age ordinary people could not imagine. At such an age, most people would have long since fallen into the ruts of life,