There was no white in his pitch-black eyes. It was as if his pupils had melted and devoured everything around him, causing his eyes … to be completely black.
It was the exact same color as the eyes of desire.
Not only that, at the instant the Sovereign Emperor opened his eyes, strands of black fog rose from his body. As they surrounded him, they continued to spread outwards. From a distance, it was as if the Sovereign Emperor had become the source of the black fog. The strands of black fog that spread out were like tentacles, and it was a ghastly sight.
Wang Baole's pupils constricted when he saw that. He could sense the thick aura and ripples of desire coming from the Emperor. The aura was so strong that it surpassed any other Lord of Desire he had encountered before. In fact, even though he had fused the seven emotions and perfected the six desires, he still couldn't compare to the Emperor of Desire.
It was as if … this was the source of desire!
Wang Baole's mind was shaken by that discovery. He had a vague guess, but before that guess could become clearer in his mind, the Emperor, who was sitting on the throne at the top of the stairs, lowered his head slightly and looked at Wang Baole.
Wang Baole's mind roared when he looked at the Emperor of Desire. It was as if there was a supreme, domineering power descending upon him, trying to take over his body and consume everything.
Thankfully, Wang Baole was no ordinary person. His eyes glittered brightly, and under the gaze of the Emperor of Desire, he stood there unmoving, like a reef in the middle of a sea.
After a long time, the God Monarch at the top of the stairs withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.
That sigh was filled with the ancientness of time, and it seemed to contain the passage of time. It echoed through the hall for a long time, and Wang Baole even had the misconception that the sigh came from a long, long time ago. When it entered his ears, it was as if his life force was showing signs of withering away.
"I … failed, and you … came too late."
The ancient voice echoed out after the sigh, forming invisible waves of impact that spread out in all directions. It also poured into Wang Baole's mind, causing his breathing to quicken slightly.
"Is it worth it?" Said Wang Baole suddenly. His voice was like a tempest that slammed into the shockwave, causing a massive boom to echo out.
"I've always been paying attention to you … You have your own pursuits, for the sake of your freedom … but I have my own pursuits as well, for the sake of my previous life's mission," the Emperor murmured softly. Even though his voice was soft, it contained a certain penetrating power within the hall.
"And you are the same as me, a part of my previous life. But what you pursue is yourself, and what I pursue is the essence. So … you ask me, is it worth it?" At this point, the Emperor slowly sat up straight. His upper body was slightly bent forward as he looked down at Wang Baole.
"I also want to ask you, is it worth it to give up your previous life?"
"Fuse with me, and we will search for our past lives together. Is that wrong?" The Imperial Monarch's voice carried a dignified tone and a trace of rage. He seemed to be unable to understand why … this strand of remnant soul hadn't given up resistance and returned earlier.
If that had been the case, then perhaps … it would have been too late.
Wang Baole was silent. He had absorbed the Emperor's memories and fused them with the clues that he had encountered in his life. In the end, he had a clear idea of where he came from in his heart.
He was the remnant soul of the corpse in the coffin from his previous life. It was the same for the Emperor. They were indeed one entity, but because of their independent will, the two of them walked in different directions.
"What you seek is the past."
Wang Baole shook his head and looked at the Emperor. "What I seek is the present."
"Therefore, you are not wrong. And I … am not wrong either. However, if we look at the cost, I don't agree with what you're doing, because it isn't worth it."
The Emperor was silent. When he looked at Wang Baole, complicated emotions appeared in his pitch-black eyes. Ever since he had gained consciousness, he hadn't thought that there was any lifeform in this Great Cosmos who could speak to him as an equal.
Even the parrot was the same.
As for the war generals, they were just subordinates. They had no right. Only … the person in front of him was the only one who had the right.
Therefore, in the silence, the Emperor sighed again.
"Whether it was the past or the present, it doesn't matter …"
"Originally … if everything had gone smoothly, we would have been complete by now. I think we would have left this universe long ago and returned to the place of origin where we belong," the Emperor murmured, and there was confusion and regret in his eyes.
"What a pity … I thought this universe was special enough, but I didn't expect it to be so special that it was the only one. It was the origin of Immortals …"
"I didn't lose unjustly … but I really want to know who I am … I want to know who killed me … The thing I want to do the most is to return to my hometown."
"You don't understand these things … because when you were born, there was a complete world around you. You had company, and you weren't lonely."
"But I wasn't. I walked alone for countless years …"
"Perhaps you were the first to be born … Your thoughts would be the same as mine."
"But these things really don't matter, because … Desire has awakened."
Wang Baole's heart trembled. There was one sentence in the Emperor's words that he agreed with. Perhaps if he was really the first to be born, he would have made a similar choice …
In silence, Wang Baole listened to the Emperor's last sentence, and his eyes flashed. He remembered the missing part in the Emperor's memories that he had seen. This part contained the unknown problem that had appeared in the Emperor's body.
It was also this problem that had caused the change in Yuan Yu and Dao Kong, and the birth of the seven emotions and six desires.
"And then?" Wang Baole asked calmly. He wanted to know what had happened to the Emperor. Although he had more or less guessed at the bottom of his heart, he needed to confirm it.
The Emperor shook his head and slowly lifted his right hand. The process of lifting his hand was very difficult. Wang Baole saw endless fog swirling around the Emperor's right hand, making it seem like he needed a lot of strength to complete this movement.
As he lifted his hand, a gentle light gathered on the Emperor's right fingertip. This light wasn't very bright, and it seemed to be barely formed in the midst of the black fog. In the end, it turned into a speck of light that left the Emperor's surroundings and flew towards Wang Baole.
It floated in front of Wang Baole.
Wang Baole could clearly sense the aura of the same origin. His intuition told him that this speck of light wasn't dangerous, and only contained a memory.
Therefore, after muttering to himself for a long time, Wang Baole also lifted his right hand. The moment he touched the speck of light, his mind buzzed, and a memory … appeared like a picture.
(End of Chapter)
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