He cast an indifferent glance over the plain, teeming with life. The Main Body's brow shimmered faintly, and a Stone Coffin flew out from between his eyebrows, landing on the plain.
Knowing that the people of the Primordial World were about to awaken, Li Yi's calm heart rippled faintly.
Indeed, Li Yi had begun to miss the people of the Primordial World.
Immortality was Li Yi's goal, the pursuit to which he was unwaveringly devoted.
But that did not mean he would give up everything else for the sake of immortality, or that he had to abandon the Seven Emotions and Six Desires. Besides, there was no necessary causal link between the two.
In his previous life, he had been an orphan with few social connections and little to miss.
In this life, he was one of the Three Thousand Divine Demons of the Hong Huang Universe, with neither father nor mother.
In neither his past life nor his present one had he been bound by much familial affection. The Primordial World and its living beings, the Witch Clan, and all these other things had become the anchors of his emotions.
Perhaps he was greedy. He wanted to keep these emotional ties, yet also pursue immortality. He couldn't bear to let go of either.
Besides, a splendid life without familiar faces to witness it, without familiar people to share it with, inevitably felt a little like wearing fine clothes on a nighttime journey.
The Main Body pointed a pale finger toward the Stone Coffin on the plain. A ray of runic light curled out and shot into the coffin.
"Creak, creak, creak!"
The lid of the Stone Coffin slowly slid open. This time, no aura of despair poured out. Instead, chunks of white ice shot from within.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"