Materialism

"Hmph."

Liu Di said coldly from the corner of his mouth, "First, where did Duan Hua's consciousness go, and how can we bring him back? Second, what exactly are Consciousness Particles? Third, does another Consciousness World exist, and is Liu Zhengqing there?"

Liu Di had simplified the countless questions in his heart into these three.

Color Joker bared his teeth in pain, terror on his face. "So... you have so many riddles, so many things you can't understand, so many things keeping you up at night. I..."

"Ha ha ha!"

"I like seeing you this lost. I won't tell you anything. You'll never find the truth for the rest of your life!"

"Kill me, then! Kill me!"

Color Joker, who had been terrified just moments ago, suddenly changed expression. He grinned viciously, his bloodshot eyes filled with disdain.

Liu Di's expression turned incomparably grim.

With a flick of his hand, dozens of cold flashes shot forth!

Chunks of flesh began falling one after another!

Color Joker screamed without end, his body convulsing continuously!

Even amid his screams, there was still manic, eerie laughter!

"Ha ha!"

"I can tell you this: that old man Duan Hua has no chance of waking up!"

"Because his soul has already gone to hell!"

Liu Di's fury flared even hotter upon hearing this, and dozens more blades flew from his hand!

Color Joker wailed as he shouted, "You want to know what Consciousness Particles are? Trash like you will never understand them in your lifetime!"

"As for that other Consciousness World?"

"It does exist!"

"And I have more good news for you."

"You were right before. I do have three consciousness avatars, but that only applies in the real world!"

"My true consciousness has always been comfortably and safely hiding in the Consciousness World!"

"Ha