"If all things are empty, and I seek nothing... then, alive as I am now, am I still truly living?"
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well lay empty and still, the wind soft, the water unruffled.
Lan Changsheng stood quietly beside the lake, his white robes still, questioning himself softly. No one answered... and so no one answered.
Over the past month, he had looked down upon the mortal world, coldly watching its countless people rush about, some with purpose and some without, and their countless obsessions, whether for themselves or for others.
Previously, the emotion of desire had been utterly stripped from him by the erosion of Divine Power. His heart had fallen into deathly silence, and everything in the human world had seemed illusory. To struggle or not, to survive or perish-all of it was meaningless.
Yet the faint, tender glimmer that had quietly lit in his heart was silently tugging at his cold, empty heart of the Dao.
It was an emotion that belonged neither to the Heavenly Dao, nor to the laws, nor to any pursuit of gain.
It was love.
Not romantic love between men and women, but love that came from Ah Yin, from "family."
It was also attachment.
It was the purest remnant of humanity left after he had personally created the Soul Spirit Symbiosis Method, personally nurtured Lan Yi, and personally brought new life to this stagnant world.
He could remain indifferent to the destruction of all living beings, disregard the collapse of the Great Dao, and ignore the schemes and power struggles of the world.
But he... ultimately could not become entirely unfeeling.
At least, not yet.
Lan Yi's reddened eyes just now, her helpless, humble appearance, her trembling cry of "Master," and her stubborn choice to sacrifice herself for