Chapter 1630 - 297:

This is the true Emperor Fengdu.

Without the mythical filters and far-fetched interpretations of various legendary stories, the Great Emperor is revealed so clearly and straightforwardly before the young man.

Any description meant to depict towering heights becomes pale and powerless at this moment. The oppression and shock it brings have long exceeded the realm of direct soul impact, resembling more of a merciless crushing from a higher to a lower level of life.

Most importantly, He is not deliberately targeting you.

It's like an ant exerting all its effort to climb a mound, just to get a more complete view of an elephant, yet in the eyes of the elephant, your existence is simply not there.

Inside the hall, the sound of chains clinking echoed, but it stopped before reaching the entrance of the hall, then the sound gradually faded away.

It was Yin Meng who thought of coming to the entrance to bid farewell, but returned.

Lingering farewells do not fit the atmosphere under Brother Xiao Yuan's rule. Meaningless reminders and concerns should be minimized; everyone refrains from excessive pretentiousness and dramatics.

Yin Meng sat down before the desk, glancing around the hall's environment. She deliberately refrained from spreading too many emotions, as they need to be conserved for sustaining life here afterward.

Outside the hall, a shadow controlled Li Zhiyuan's hand, once more clutching the young man's throat.

"Will you come to take her away again?"

Combining with the revelation of the Great Emperor's true form, the shadow's question carried a hint of both threat and amusement.

Li Zhiyuan replied:

"I will come back to fish her out."

Li Zhiyuan slightly emphasized the word "fish."

"So confident?"

"The first thing I learned was fishing people out."

"I noticed that after officially becoming an apprentice, you no longer call me 'Master.'

"Teacher."

The shadow did not respond.

"Teacher, can I choose a different way to die? It feels somewhat regrettable to experience death just once, only to have my neck snapped this way."

"How do you want to die?"

"Teacher, I wish to fall from here, into the boundless hell."

At this time, at the depths of hell, is Bodhisattva.

"No."

"Then, do it."

"Crack!"

The young man's neck was snapped. Perhaps fearing he couldn't die immediately, and not wanting him to suffer further, an additional force shattered the young man's body.

Li Zhiyuan,

was dead.

...

No matter whether there was ample foreshadowing or it was abrupt before dying, when death truly arrives, it is just a moment of loneliness.

As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, if it dies here, then it should live there.

It's just that during this transition between death and life, Li Zhiyuan experienced a transfer.

By his ear was the sound of water pouring in, "glug-glug," accompanied by chaotic auditory hallucinations.

Beside him were countless tentacle-like stickiness, adhering to every corner of his body, writhing incessantly.

If the perspective was lifted, one would see:

In a newly developed fish pond, the young man floated on the water's surface, surrounded by a dense school of fish.

They were agitated, frantic, as if desperately trying to find something edible on the young man's body.

In the depths of consciousness, in the basement of Grandpa's house.

The body holding an engraving knife stood before a long wooden table.

All good sculptors sat there, neatly and quietly.

Those not good at carving were all placed on the table, carefully adjusted and cautiously sketched.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering came, first a sculpted statue with the Buddha's Light pattern breaking and scattering all over the table.

Immediately after, the statue that only had time to carve out a crown cracked all over and then exploded.

The body showed no expression, seemingly unsurprised by such a situation.

However, from the "crowd" sitting, Yin Meng's statue emitted a "crack, crack" sound.

The body walked up to "Yin Meng," looking at her seriously,

She did not crack, but the lifelike paint layer was either discolored or peeled off, as if stripped of all spirituality.

On the long table, the shattered materials of the Great Emperor and Bodhisattva were collected by the body.

The discolored Yin Meng statue was not cleaned up by the body, remaining seated among the vivid "companions."

Using a cart, it pushed the materials out, straight to the fish pond.

Lifting the cart, it dumped the discarded materials, and no fish swarm appeared this time.

The body clapped its hands and walked to the other side of the pond, watching Li Zhiyuan still floating on the water's surface.

One on the water, another on the shore, a breeze blew past two identical young men.

The body urged, "Come 'alive'."

In the water, Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes.

Gently raising his hand, the surrounding fish scattered a short distance away, quickly gathering again.

They gathered because they sensed emotion.

But they ate nothing, meaning the emotions they were coveting remained inside the young man and did not spill out as before.

The treatment of the emotional desert, from sand stabilization to now, finally saw real results; it can already retain moisture.

The foundation of humanity has been consolidated, though currently only at its minimum threshold.

Li Zhiyuan lowered his hand, gazing into the sky, the day was cloudless, so blue it felt unreal.

At the beginning, the environment deep within this consciousness had a strong sense of detail. Standing on Grandpa's house's terrace, one could see the wind-blown wheat waves, flying dandelions, flowing clouds, and curling smoke.

Now, these have all been cut off.

The truly intricate areas are only two places, one is this fish pond, and the other is Grandpa's house. The road from Grandpa's house to the fish pond, the scenery around seems like a set constructed for filming, it doesn't hold up to scrutiny, any detail might ruin the illusion.