Published: February 25, 2025
The thunder aura emanating from Qin Chen, though only a trace, made Mo Li feel as if he were alone, suspended before a vast and deep blue Thunder Sea, facing the boundless and endless deep blue thunder ocean.
In that moment, he felt a sense of insignificance and panic as if he were enveloped by an endless ocean of thunder.
“Damn it, the Thunderbloodline…”
Mo Li's lips twitched, “This Qin Mo Head has had this Bloodline Power from the Northwest Five Nations all along, and it has actually grown to this extent. That damned second-generation…”
Mo Li's face turned pale; he had initially broken through to the mid-stage divine emperor, but the confidence he had painstakingly built was instantly shattered.
“Sigh, no wonder there are so many mortals in the world now who are unwilling to strive, always shouting about lying flat. After a lifetime of hard work, just when one achieves a little, the second generation can just move a finger, leak some family resources, and completely crush you. What’s the point of trying so hard? Who wouldn’t feel confused?”
Mo Li's complexion turned white.
At this moment, he recalled the scene when he first lost to Qin Chen during the competition of the Five Kingdoms in the Ancient Southern Capital; his nightmare had begun that day.
“Can't compare, really can't compare.” At this moment, a hint of despair emerged in Mo Li's heart.
In terms of talent, he prided himself on not being weaker than Qin Chen, and in terms of effort, he wasn't indulging in comforts either, but what was the result?
Even if he broke through to the divine emperor realm first, in terms of background, he was still crushed by Qin Mo Head. By what right?
Looking back, no matter how hard he tried, he was still inferior to Qin Mo Head, so why bother struggling so hard?
Moreover, with his talent, as long as he put in a little effort, it was quite hopeful for him to become a high-dimensional powerhouse in the future. As for great enemies, with Qin Mo Head shouldering them in front, why should he push himself so hard?
Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
At this moment, the usually defiant Mo Li actually had the thought of washing his hands and retreating from the world.
But as soon as this thought emerged, he suddenly shivered all over.
“No way.”
He suddenly felt a jolt throughout his body.
“Did I just have a spark of despair and the thought of giving up? Is this… a hindrance to my cultivation?” Mo Li's face was filled with horror.
“Who am I? I am the protagonist of this era in the entire cosmic sea. How could I almost lose heart?”
Mo Li felt a mixture of shock and anger: “That must have been a calamity from the cosmic sea heavenly dao, or how could I possibly lose heart?”
“Slap!” “Slap!”
Mo Li immediately gave himself two hard slaps.
“Damn it, Mo Li, you useless fool, what are you thinking? Retreating from the world, lying flat? Do you have that qualification?”
Mo Li's eyes suddenly turned fierce and ruthless; the image of the pregnant Chi Yan Demon Lord appeared in his mind, and his eyes became moist.
“Yes, you can lie flat, you can choose not to work hard, but what about your son?”
Mo Li roared in his heart.
“In youth, if you don't work hard, old age will only bring sorrow. Your current situation is precisely because your father didn't fight as hard as Qin Mo Head's father. If you don't strive harder, you may be fine, but won't your son always be inferior to Qin Mo Head's son in the future?”
Thinking about his son facing a similar situation in the future, a fear that was hard to articulate surged up from the depths of Mo Li's heart.
“No, no way, absolutely no way. How could my son suffer such hardships?”
Mo Li's body trembled, and tears rolled down his face.
Then, his expression suddenly became fierce, his fists clenched tightly, fingertips digging into his palms.
“No, I can lie flat, I can lose, but my son cannot. I must let my son be like Qin Mo Head in the future; no matter how hard others work, as long as he lies flat, what others can see will only ever be his toes.”