Huo Yuhao spent the New Year all alone like that, and he let his emotions out. Venting was a good thing; keeping everything bottled up would lead to psychological problems. But it only eased the issue. If he did not solve the root of the problem, the pressure would keep growing. But where was the problem? Wang Yi saw it very clearly.
There were no longer any social ties left for Huo Yuhao in this world. Hatred and love could both be social ties. But now he had neither. His family could basically be said to have died out completely. As for that half-dead duke, he might as well count him as dead. The enemies who had caused his mother's death had also more or less been settled. But could you really say that people like the White Tiger Family and Dai Huabin all deserved to die?
Was it normal that even when they had already charged right up into his face, he still did not feel much hatred? Huo Yuhao had developed a sense of detachment from this world. To put it more vividly, he had lost his anchor in the world. He no longer had a reason to keep living. In the first half of his life, his mother had been everything to him. After his mother died, hatred became everything.
After his revenge succeeded, what was left in his heart? Only an enormous emptiness. The only thing left was the expectation Tian Meng had given him—to become a god. Eternal life seemed to be everyone's wish, but anyone who understood history knew that some people were not afraid of death. Some even believed their own death was a kind of victory. If you thought about it carefully, eternal life was a very boring and terrifying thing.
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