Li Guxian's words jolted me awake, though perhaps I had already been shaken by Jie Yuhua's death. On top of that, after connecting Qing Limo's and Yun Shangxian's deaths with Liu Dao Che's, a melancholy had settled in my heart, and my emotions had inevitably been thrown into turmoil. After hearing her say this, I finally laughed freely. "You're right. I've been far too concerned with this talk of origins. If everything that is born has a source, then what is the source of the source...? Even the ancient Creation Immortal probably couldn't say that everything had an origin. The creation of heaven and earth and the transformations of the universe are all links in the Heavenly Dao. I'm afraid no one can explain it clearly anymore."
"Big Monkey, it's good that you can think about it this way. What source or no source? Tracing the origin of life has no meaning for you. You only need to protect this household, this Heavenly City, the Nine Heavens, and the Creation Heaven. For us, what does it matter whether your roots are pure and proper? If you hadn't come to protect us, how could you have earned everyone's recognition? On the contrary, you're loved by all of us. Your very existence gives everyone a sense of security. How precious is that?" Li Guxian straightened the strands of hair the wind had tousled on my head, then continued, "Anyone who uses origins to prove where you belong will one day lift a rock only to drop it on their own foot. If they want you to return to your origin, then you are the origin. How can you return to it? Or do you want the women who support you, understand you, and bear your children to acknowledge that thing as your