Thinking Far Too Beautifully

He was becoming more and more mystical and cryptic.

Lin Jun could not help thinking, Somehow, this had gone from demons and monsters to questions about the world itself. Is that really something I should be worrying about?

But with a blade already at his throat, he could only find a way to do it. No matter the outcome, he could not just let the demons and monsters butcher him.

"I understand."

After saying that, Lin Jun headed upstairs.

Watching Lin Jun depart, the old man silently turned around and spoke toward the outside of the tower gate:

"No need to hide anymore. Could it be that you fear an old man who has already died?"

There was nothing before the old man—only those black and white hues, like an ink-wash painting.

"If you refuse to come out, I cannot force you. Heh heh, if you want to go in, then go in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared before the old man. It was none other than Su Ming.

"Demons and monsters... forget it. What was the use of fighting for so many years? In the end, we all became nothing more than a handful of yellow earth."

The old man sighed mournfully.

"You're saying I'll die too?"

Ever since entering this space, Su Ming's mind had been buzzing nonstop. He had heard far too many things that defied all reason.

"If this world cannot give birth to its own consciousness, you still want to live? Aren't you dreaming far too beautifully?"

"Not just you—even that so-called Heaven's Will is merely some demon ancestor. When it is time to die, it will die. You do not truly think Heaven's Will was the first living being between heaven and earth, do you?"

The old man stared straight