Turning the Tables

Mo Li slowly opened his eyes and found that he had finally returned to that strange grand hall. Tear tracks still marked the corners of his eyes. Although he had no idea how much time had passed in reality, he had lived out an entire lifetime in the world of illusion. The first half of his life had been filled with suffering, but the second half had been deeply fulfilling. The Orphanage that had been forcibly demolished by a ruthless property developer still existed in reality, and Dean Mom had passed away peacefully. Though it had happened later than it should have, he and Zhong Lichun had ultimately come together, and he had even died by Zhong Lichun's side. If the first half of his life had been a tragedy, then the second half had undoubtedly been a perfect ending.

Queen Mother of the West was still floating in front of Mo Li. Her face was now filled with disbelief. She suddenly shrieked hysterically, "Impossible! You should have fallen into the illusion and been unable to escape forever! You should have lived on filled with hatred! Why could you accept those illusory lives? Why did you compromise? Why?"

Hearing Queen Mother of the West's roar, Mo Li slowly raised his head. He stared straight into her eyes without the slightest hesitation and said, word by word, "I have to thank you for letting me experience a different life. I imagine you use the regrets in other creatures' hearts to trap them in illusions and control them. But I have no regrets left. What else can you use to trap me in an illusion?"

Queen Mother of the West glared viciously at Mo Li, Golden Light flickering in her eyes. Clearly, she wanted to cast him into the illusion again. This