The glowing ball slowly drifted toward Luo Zheng before once again merging with him.
Cong's voice once again rang out from the depths of Luo Zheng's soul. "The reality I gave you isn't enough. You must create your own reality."
"Is there a difference?"
Luo Zheng asked.
"Of course there is. This may be the meaning I can pursue, and also the meaning of your existence," Cong said.
For humans, the moment they drank their first mouthful of milk after birth and satisfied their appetites, they naturally gained the meaning of life. They grew step by step, pursuing strength, wealth, love, power, and eternal life... But Cong had been born in Perfect Land. Whatever it needed would already exist. From the high-grid worlds to the low-grid worlds, there was nothing worth pursuing for it. This instead drove it to seek the true nature of things.
Why did the world exist?
What lay behind the world?
These seemingly simple questions were impossible for it to investigate on its own, while outsiders were even less capable of providing an answer.
Although Evil God could match it evenly, that fellow had no interest whatsoever in discussing anything with Cong aside from desperately degrading himself.
Many times, Cong even envied Evil God. That fellow only needed to keep degrading himself and be done with it. Why bother thinking so much?
As the layers of worlds degraded one after another, Luo Zheng and Evil God emerged as a pair of exceptional existences. How could Cong let them go so easily?
Luo Zheng felt deeply helpless after hearing Cong's words. His meaning was simply to give his family a stable environment; staying in that immortal abode from before would have been enough. Yet Cong insisted on dragging him out! "Can I still possess that kind of