"We're no different!"
Demon Flower Bloom's voice carried a trace of melancholy, along with an indescribable bitterness and pain.
From the moment he first saw Li Qingyue, he had recognized the stubbornness she could not conceal.
And an indescribable determination.
He knew that stubbornness and determination all too well.
For he, too, had once made an enemy of the entire world for someone.
For that girl named Qingwu, who had rarely spoken, he had made an enemy of the entire world.
For her, he would stake everything he had.
"No different?"
Hearing this, Li Qingyue paused.
Everything she had witnessed flashed through her mind.
For a woman who had seldom spoken, yet had casually offered him help, Demon Flower Bloom had risked almost everything.
Setting aside everything in this Small World, merely spending three hundred years preserving that woman's face and corpse, even at the cost of exhausting his own vitality, was an indescribable act of perseverance.
After all, cultivators in this world employed every means imaginable in pursuit of immortality.
Yet how many would willingly exhaust their vitality and Origin for a girl like her?
It would probably be difficult to find another beneath the heavens.
What was more, in less than a day, he had stormed the Eastern Wasteland's ten great powers, willingly making countless enemies to seize immortal gold and Source Stones.
Clearly, he intended for her to give her all to help him refine a Treasure.
He hoped to use the power of this Small World to resurrect the girl from his past.
Such determination and madness were simply unbelievable.
Are we the same?
Li Qingyue murmured inwardly.
A trace of hesitation entered her eyes as she looked at the four floating pieces of immortal gold and the tens of millions of jin of Source Stones.