Li Tianming had a very long dream.
He dreamed of the tiny village of Zhien Village, of torturing small animals to death, of holding a blood-soaked knife for the first time, of the cold dungeon... the fury of his clansmen, Li Yunbing wanting to kill him, and Li Dalong giving him a chance to repent.
He dreamed of escaping the dungeon and killing people in the vast world, and of returning to the Lineage...
"I really have traveled a long, long road."
He sighed, as though he had only just woken.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a pale world filled with ashes and destruction. A bleak wind stirred the ashes and brushed them across his body.
It reminded him of the years he had spent roaming the Witch Tribe with Li Yaowen. She had poured tremendous effort into suppressing the evil in his heart, saving him from the otherwise inescapable fate of dying upon reaching adulthood.
He walked forward, and little by little, signs of life appeared in the world of ashes.
Ahead of him.
There were over a hundred people who looked exactly like him, arguing among themselves.
"I'm the original! Will you only be satisfied if you let this pig-brained idiot control the body?"
"With all due respect, everyone here is trash. Let me out. I'm smart as hell!"
"Can you all calm down for a second? A few scumbags are approaching outside."
"I have a question. Is there really no way for us to coexist?"
"Hahaha, a breakthrough to Mahayana is right before our eyes!"
"..."
Li Tianming stood there frowning for a long time.
Throughout his years of slumber, his consciousness had kept splitting. In his ancestor's words, he had schizophrenia. In Li Yaowen's and Old Tree's words, he had two paths: one was