"Generation after generation of Chrysos Heirs heroes either willingly shattered themselves, exiled themselves into solitude, or gave everything they had and marched on one after another, vainly attempting to conquer predetermined fate with mortal bodies..."
"But regrettably."
Laigushi's projection stood like a cold stone monument, his voice utterly devoid of inflection:
"Fate never loses. It is merely proven time and time again, until it becomes an irrefutable truth."
"How did you turn into a ghost too?" Yan Huan asked.
Laigushi's projection replied calmly:
"The final gamble between [Reason] and [Trickery] did indeed succeed in imprisoning my body within the Genesis Vortex Heart. I acknowledge that."
"But my will would not fall silent because of confinement."
"So that lonely [Ocean] Demigod attempted to weave the deepest illusion with her song, one that had repeated for thousands of years, in order to lure me into drowning in it..."
"Unfortunately, that was nothing more than wishful thinking."
"Instead, this dutiful warden was the first to fall into intoxication herself, worn down and eroded by that infinitely long passage of time, while her prisoner remained perfectly safe."
"But you're still locked up in here, aren't you?"
"Heh heh, I admit that I cannot leave this prison for now, but so what?"
Laigushi's projection showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he seemed to be describing an interesting paradox:
"Physical limitations have never been the boundaries of thought."
"You should have heard this ancient parable: In a dark, deep cave, there was a group of people."
"From the moment they were born, iron chains bound their legs and necks. They could not turn around, look at one another, or see what lay behind them."
"Behind them burned a fire, while before them stood a cold cave wall."
"The firelight cast flickering shadows upon the rock wall for