Jiang Qiao felt that desire arising from the depths of his heart—a powerful longing he could not put into words, did not know the source of, could not make sense of, and had no idea how to fill.
There was an unprecedented sense of emptiness and hollowness. He wanted to fill that void.
But... how could he fill it?
Was it hunger?
Was it greed?
Or was it some kind of biological instinct?
None of them.
It was an emptiness beyond everything else, existing only in the deepest, darkest region of the mind.
It was the Black Hole inherent to the mind.
It could even be said that it was the origin of all Mental Power.
All your activities.
All your actions.
All your thoughts.
At the most fundamental level, they all came from some kind of desire.
Your conscious activity merely existed to give that desire meaning and satisfy it as much as possible.
But.
Could it ever be satisfied?
As the saying went, once you had thought of a million things, you would think of ten million more.
Once you became emperor, you would want to become immortal.
Even people who had purged their desires and appeared to want nothing at all—if you carefully observed and studied them, you would discover that their calmness and indifference also existed to pursue some kind of desire.
It was merely that their consciousness had given that desire a certain meaning.
That allowed them to accept it more easily.
"A Half-God."
"Sure enough, not one of them is simple. Every method they display overturns common sense. If Yin Qiu completely recovered, it would truly be a disaster for humanity."
Jiang Qiao sighed.
Yin Qiu was different from the other evil entities. He came from the Abyss.
That alone determined.
That he was