Within the torrent, another will awakened. Perhaps "awakened" was not the right word, because they had never dissipated.
This time, what Zhao Li saw was no longer someone driven to the end of the road, staking everything on one desperate gamble, but an ordinary death. Yet how could a Dou Di's existence fade away naturally like a mortal's?
This was a Dou Di who had been gravely wounded in battle, beyond all medicine or cure, and could only wait for death.
Hearing his persuasion, Zhao Li did not answer. At this moment, he could no longer spare any attention, not even enough to speak.
He only gritted his teeth and did everything he could to turn what he saw into nourishment for himself, feeding it back into his own being, making himself stronger, allowing himself to contain more Obsession, then accumulating more insight...
He had not reached his limit yet. Of course, if he truly did, perhaps that would be the moment he collapsed...
"Sigh..."
Amid that sigh, another will dissipated.
Across those tens of thousands of years, although Dou Di were existences as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, after so much time had accumulated, their number was still not small. Zhao Li had already sensed wills like this several times, and without exception, none of them believed Zhao Li could bear these Obsessions. All of them were urging Zhao Li to give up.
Toward a junior like Zhao Li, they did not wish for him to fall here, because as long as he lived, the value he could create in the future would far exceed what he could do now.
But facing those questioning gazes, listening to those repeated persuasions to give up, Zhao Li showed no intention of giving up at all.
He knew that even