Nameless had never imagined that humans could die in such a bizarre variety of ways. He had never imagined that he himself had experienced every one of those deaths countless times—and that the one responsible had actually been himself.
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Amid countless lives and deaths, Nameless gradually entered a mysterious, indescribable state—opposed yet harmonious, impossible to explain or comprehend through conventional means.
It carried the flavor of "One cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because one is standing within the mountain."
This was not some sudden enlightenment. It was more like a breakthrough born from Infinite accumulation. Everything happened so naturally, as smoothly as a person who had been constipated for a week finally swallowing laxatives in desperation and then explosively having diarrhea.
However, this state did not last long.
Nameless was not a dedicated ascetic cultivator. His strength came from all sorts of miscellaneous abilities, piled together layer by layer like building blocks. As a result, the demands on his state of mind had not been particularly high.
Although he had endured countless hardships and his spirit had transformed time and again, his spiritual realm had not actually reached its most perfect state.
The Dark King's spiritual realm gradually began to overpower Nameless's.
This was a kind of indirect possession. Though Nameless would not become the Dark King, if the Dark King's way of doing things completely gained the upper hand, it was hard to say what Nameless might become in the future.
Gradually, Nameless became like a spinning top that had lost its balance, slipping toward the Dark King.
The Dark King's realm was exceptionally solid. His understanding of darkness and power far surpassed Nameless's. The reason he had lost to Nameless was simply because Nameless was the sort of player who cheated.
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