"So what you seek is to become a Saint Realm Supreme who can control the Sacred Realm and freely manipulate all causality, life, and death in the outer universe?" Qin Heng asked her.
The Resentment Body replied, "More or less. I know it is difficult. At the end of the world, there are eight thousand Sacred Realms, yet only a few dozen have become Supremes. But... no matter how difficult it is, one must strive for it. Being a person, the most important thing is cultivation. Without cultivating, seeing others earn a hundred thousand a month feels impossibly out of reach. After cultivating, what are mortals? Nothing but dust."
With a casual wave of her hand, the billions of people on the illusory planet dissolved into drifting clouds of smoke.
Hearing this, Qin Heng felt something strange in his heart.
This Resentment Body did not seem all that bad...
The beings she had casually erased were originally illusory things she had created to keep herself company, not real lifeforms.
And her pursuit was merely to become stronger, not some heinous, lawless undertaking.
Dong Huaiyue frowned in thought. "The desire for strength is every living being's instinct. I am like this, and so is everyone else. This is not resentment... You have not told the truth. There must be an even greater ambition in your heart!"
The phantom body formed from the Divine Tear watched her from afar and smiled faintly. "What, must I make up some evil thoughts before you are satisfied? Do you truly refuse to believe that you were once an upright person who sought strength wholeheartedly, without a shred of greed?"
Dong Huaiyue shook her head coldly. "The human heart is a bottomless abyss. The strong merely escape the lowly desires controlled by human genes and hormones,