In the era where Obsession existed, Zhao Li looked at that unyielding figure. He was like a living, breathing Overlord.
At the end of the road, he burned himself out and unleashed a brilliant slash, but Overlord himself fell as well.
As Zhao Li sighed with emotion, he saw the fallen corpse stand up again, as though it had crossed countless years to look at him.
Zhao Li knew he was an Obsession, but he was different from the previous Obsessions. The form born from this Dou Di powerhouse's Obsession was not dark, pitch-black Evil Karma, but pure, plain white—the same plain white as those Obsessions after they had been assimilated by him and dispersed.
This was clearly the appearance one would only have after letting go of Obsession, yet he could still exist here. Zhao Li could not quite figure out what he was.
Zhao Li's heart jolted. That conscious will he had sensed earlier had indeed not been his imagination.
"Yes. Dust to dust, earth to earth. Since they have returned to annihilation, it is better for them to disperse completely. Relying on this Death Mountain to become ignorant, unconscious existences that are not even ghosts—what meaning is there in that, other than harming others?"
Although he was facing an existence at the Dou Di level, Zhao Li was exceptionally calm and told him exactly what he thought.
Venerable Overlord was somewhat surprised by Zhao Li's composure, but that was all. Without any warning, he asked Zhao Li a question:
"Do you know why this mountain range exists?"
Zhao Li had already guessed, so he voiced his thoughts:
"It was forged from the remains of our predecessors."
"Correct! They fought all their lives, seeking only to live long enough to see what the world they protected looked like.