Inside the cave sealed by layer upon layer of array techniques, Mo Hua's expression became utterly cold and ethereal, devoid of the slightest trace of humanity. He seemed like a demon born of heaven and earth, a terrifying sight.
This was the most powerful backlash Mo Hua had faced thus far.
And this backlash had brought an unexpected development.
Killing Intent was devouring his memories, erasing his humanity.
Every person and every event from his past gradually blurred. Mo Hua even began to doubt his own existence.
"Who... am I..."
"What is my name..."
"Am I really 'me'?"
"Has my entire life merely been an illusion? Have I... never existed at all? Are the people I saw, the places I went, the things I experienced—everything, all of it—nothing but an illusion, a dreamlike bubble that vanished in an instant?"
"If all this is an illusion, then what... am I?"
"What am I? Where am I now? What am I supposed to do?"
"I want to..."
Confusion filled Mo Hua's pitch-black eyes. Then, from within his Dao Heart, he found two words:
"Become immortal?"
"I want to become immortal..."
Mo Hua's Dao Heart cleared for an instant, then sank into even deeper confusion:
"Why do I want to become immortal?"
"To live as long as heaven and earth? To be eternal and undying?"
"But... how does one become immortal? Keep cultivating? Keep growing stronger? No, that's not right... My path is... the Dao of Divine Sense."
"Cultivate divine sense to attain the Dao; aid all living beings to achieve longevity..."
"Aid all living beings..."
"But why should I aid all living beings? Why? Do they need saving by me? And what is there worth saving?"
"Why... can't I kill them?"
"Kill them all... kill all living beings..."
"What then?"
"Human hearts