Looking at the brand-new chest before him, Mo Bai fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"Is the Imperial Tutor really dead?"
"Does it matter?"
Nine-Headed Xiang Liu smiled and asked in return. Mo Bai looked up at him.
"We nearly lost our lives here for his sake. Tell me, does it matter or not?"
"You have a point." Nine-Headed Xiang Liu nodded slightly, then said thoughtfully, "If I were to answer that question, I might not answer it well."
"But by coincidence, someone said something to me some time ago."
"He said that whether the Imperial Tutor was truly alive was not important, nor was whether those who came here could find him."
"What truly mattered was whether they had figured out why they were searching for the Imperial Tutor."
"Cultivation techniques, fame, profit—if they came for such things, they were destined to return empty-handed."
Facing Nine-Headed Xiang Liu's words, Mo Bai said calmly, "Then did that person of yours tell you why we came here?"
"He really did!"
"He said that although those who came here had countless purposes, only those who carried hope in their hearts could reach this place."
"Why?"
"Because the Cosmic Black Hole was a dead end. Without a miracle, no one could possibly arrive here."
"And miracles only happened to those who carried hope in their hearts."
"Since those who came here already had hope, whether they found the Imperial Tutor no longer mattered."
Hearing this, Mo Bai lowered his head and looked at the chest before him.
Gently stroking the patterns on its surface, Mo Bai said softly, "The higher one climbs, the more one feels the despair of this world."
"Looking through the countless records of history, only the Imperial Tutor still cared about people like us."
"Perhaps, in the hearts