With the right attitude, making a choice was simple.
Lu Xin had made this decision without much thought—to face The Beginning.
It wasn't difficult...
It was as if this answer had not been thought up by him, but had been given to him long ago by his life.
Because he had seen so many beautiful things in his life, he would eventually come to love those beautiful things.
Because he had seen so many people embrace hope, he would also fight desperately for hope.
He was only a mirror, reflecting the face of this world into his heart.
"Bzz..."
An immense amount of mental power seemed to appear out of thin air, surging toward him.
At that moment, the Crimson Moon overhead seemed to be affected as well. It grew larger and larger, drawing closer and closer to him.
The hallucinated murmurs triggered by The Beginning had already stretched and warped like a tape with no power left.
Countless dark-red tendrils of flesh began growing from the ground beneath his feet. Like a forest, they swallowed him up.
Who could have imagined it?
Just a few days ago, someone had regarded this method as the only way to kill Lu Xin.
Yet now, Lu Xin had voluntarily entered this environment.
As more and more tendrils spread around him, they writhed and faintly shifted into human shapes. Every one of them actually resembled Lu Xin, and an intense sense of familiarity washed over him. It even made him feel that they were himself, assimilating him.
In the past, this feeling had made Lu Xin suspect for a time that he was someone else.
Lu Tianming.
But now he understood that this was merely a characteristic of The Beginning's pollution.
If the entire world were polluted by The Beginning, then