Sinking into the Spirit Pool, Mo Chen could not sense its boundaries. He clearly remembered that it was supposed to be very shallow.
But the depth to which he had sunk could no longer be described as pool water. Everything around him was dark, like an abyss, or an imprisoned sea.
Mo Chen looked at his gradually dissolving arm and said softly:
"What a shame."
"At a time like this, regret no longer means anything."
"Why?"
"The greatest regret in life is constantly regretting the past. Regret is the prelude to the protagonist's rise in a movie, but in reality, it's only a poison that makes people sink."
"Is that so...?"
"It is."
"I feel like I was just a little short of succeeding, but why did I stop wanting to fight for it at the end? It was as though I'd lost my desires."
Mo Chen still could not understand. His will and desires had been so strong, so why had he suddenly lost the desire to pursue anything at the very end?
"Because this is my domain. Red Moon makes you understand longing, while I make you understand release."
Mo Chen did not answer the voice. He felt that something was growing increasingly wrong with this pool.
Something even more terrifying seemed to lurk in the darkness. Substances resembling spirit forms gradually appeared in the deep water. Were they souls too?
"Are those wandering souls?"
"Yes."
"Why are there souls in the pool?"
"A river of souls naturally contains souls. That's perfectly normal."
"Are you familiar with this sort of thing?" Mo Chen's body gradually melted. His desires had already dissipated. He did not know whether curiosity counted as his final desire, but he truly wanted to know why he had failed.
"Not particularly, but this certainly isn't