I did not explain whether these Stones of Remembrance were real or fake. Their yearning itself was beautiful. To replicate the person who best matched their imagination—was that not their own happiness?
Moreover, the process of collecting these divine stone fragments should have been extremely long, even requiring them to pass through countless brushes with death.
If the result obtained after surviving countless deadly ordeals was not what they wanted, would that not be too cruel?
Although encountering me this time meant that fate had arrived, it only made them slightly luckier than the others for a period of time. Everyone had their own path in life to walk.
Who could claim they had already reached the end?
Heaven and earth were not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs. Now that I stood at an extreme, I could not always focus on the minutiae; otherwise, the endless troubles and affairs would leave me unable to extricate myself, putting the cart before the horse.
After flying for some time, when heaven and earth brightened, I arrived at a grassland covered everywhere with gemstone mountains.
These stone mountains looked like traces left behind after certain Primordial World Beasts had died. At a glance, they resembled some kind of hunting ground, or perhaps the remains of a defensive zone.
These gemstone mountains were crystal clear. Many had already been weathered by the passage of time, either worn smooth and polished or stripped of any value whatsoever.
But I was actually delighted, because this meant there was certainly a settlement nearby. Wherever there were defensive zones, there would invariably be a Gods and Devils' dojo nearby.
Sure enough, after searching around, I saw a great mountain before me. Its foundation was made of gemstones, it stretched for dozens of miles, and it was