Desolate Heaven Emperor could use this to condense a Mark of Reincarnation, while Li Zhi could use it to turn him into a painting and seal him away forever.
"Does right or wrong really matter that much? We're going to die anyway. It'll all be over once we're dead." Zhou Mei spoke.
"Dad, haven't you solved the problem with you yet?" Li Xian'er asked worriedly. She had thought that after all these years, Li Zhi should have recovered long ago.
"How did you know?" Li Zhi asked Zhou Mei instead.
"I saw it. The instant you reflected me into existence, I saw a pair of hands striking a keyboard. But he wasn't extending your life." Zhou Mei spoke indifferently.
"Who is he? Whose life is he extending?" Li Zhi asked excitedly.
The question that had troubled him for countless years might actually be answered by Zhou Mei. How could he not be excited?
"That person's life doesn't need extending. He was just born, yet I saw that his life was far richer and more colorful than yours." A trace of mockery seemed to flash through Zhou Mei's eyes.
It was as if she were mocking Li Zhi for struggling all these years, only to end up like her, abandoned without a second thought and with no regard for their past.
"Tell me, who is he?" A dense Killing Intent seemed to surface in Li Zhi's eyes.
He seemed filled with hostility toward the existence that had seized his destiny.
His life should not have turned out this way. He should have advanced triumphantly all the way, his brilliance far surpassing that of the three Heavenly Emperors.
But reality had been a meteoric rise followed by a steep decline, dragging him all the way to the bottom.
To stay alive, he