Published: January 31, 2025
“This is…”
Qin Chen was shocked as he sensed deep within the Undead Kingdom. Within that realm, he felt a trace of a familiar aura.
However, that aura was extremely faint, and for the time being, Qin Chen could not thoroughly explore it.
At this moment, Qin Chen was focused on transforming the world before him and had no time for exploration. He could only bury his doubts deep within and continue to immerse himself in the transformation.
Boom! Boom!
Beside Qin Chen, Ning Muyao and the others looked around in astonishment. Countless mountains and rivers flourished and rose up. On the ground, amidst the chaos aura, faint sprouts began to emerge. The arrival of spring heralded the revival of all things, and seemingly sentient animals leapt about. It felt as if a brand new world was being born.
In this world, chaos aura flowed like a stream, resembling the breath of life, celebrating and rejoicing.
“This is the creation of heaven and earth? The birth of a world? Is this what the future in the world of the living is like?”
Countless undead silently watched everything before them. They did not know when their eyes had filled with tears.
Future…
What an unfamiliar term it was.
It was something these undead could never possess in their lifetimes.
They were all undead born from the River of the Undead, unable to be reincarnated, with no future at all. They lived in this River of the Undead until one day they transformed into undead aura and completely vanished from this world.
Yet at this moment, they sensed the aura of the future, the aura of life.
“Why?”
Countless undead shed silent tears. Why make them feel such an aura?
“Wuwuwu.”
At this moment, the enchanting women and other undead began to weep mournfully. Regardless of whether they were weak or powerful, all were crying, tears streaming down their faces.
I could endure the darkness if I had never seen the light.
Why, why must we witness such a beautiful scene?
Ning Muyao looked at the sorrowful and weeping undead, a hint of sadness reflected in her eyes. But she said nothing, silently watching Qin Chen, who was transforming the Undead Kingdom, as if she had made some decision deep in her heart.
Not far away, Mo Li and the others were also observing this scene, their hearts shaken.
“Evolving life, creating worlds, what a method…”
A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Mo Li’s mouth.
Although he was now at the great emperor realm, just a step away from mid-stage great emperor, and far surpassed Qin Chen in cultivation, he felt that he could not compare to Qin Chen in this kind of ability.
“This kid is recognized by the Primordial Universe, has fused with the origin of the primordial universe, has witnessed the creation of heaven and earth, and has comprehended the birth of the world. That’s why he can do this, evolve chaos aura, and transform a realm.”
“If it were me…”
Mo Li couldn’t help shaking his head.
If he were to transform this world, he would not only fail to perfect the Undead Kingdom but would instead plunge it into darkness and destruction.
He and Qin Chen were fundamentally different—one was a creator, a builder, while the other was a destroyer, a wrecking force, and they could not be compared at all.
“Second generation is just second generation; with a background comes a background. No matter how hard I work as an ordinary person, some things are destined to be innate, and there’s nothing I can do to reach or surpass them.” Mo Li raised his head, tears welling in his eyes as he murmured, “My lifelong efforts have only earned me the chance to adventure and fight alongside this kid Qin Chen. How pathetic, what’s the meaning of such struggle? I, Mo Li, am truly miserable.”
“Damn it, what nonsense are you spewing? It smells terrible.” Just then, a voice of anger suddenly rang in Mo Li’s ears, waking him from his reflections.
Mo Li looked at Lohou Demon Ancestor, his face darkening. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“Nonsense?” Lohou Demon Ancestor looked at Mo Li with disdain. “You’re just being dramatic. What do you mean by asking what’s the point of such struggle? I feel like throwing up just hearing it. Can’t you be less poetic? I can’t stand it.”