There were no whites in the dark eyes, and it seemed that the pupils melted, swallowing everything around them, making the whole pair of eyes... completely black.

It is exactly the same as the color of desire.

Not only that, but also when the Emperor opened his eyes, strands of black mist rose on his body, surrounding him and spreading outward. From a distance, it seemed that the Emperor had become the source of black, and the wisps of black mist emitted were like tentacles, shocking.

This scene made Wang Baole's eyes shrink suddenly. He felt the strong aura and fluctuation of desire on the Emperor. This aura was so strong that it exceeded any desire master he had encountered before. Even if he merged the seven emotions and improved the six desires, the desire that formed with the same origin was still far inferior to that of it.

It’s like…this is the source of desire!

This discovery shocked Wang Baole's mind. He had a vague guess. Without waiting for his guess to appear more clearly in his mind, the Emperor, who opened his eyes, lowered his head slightly on the seat at the top of the stairs, and looked at Wang Baole.

At first glance, Wang Baole burst into tears, as if a force was coming directly with supreme domineering power, and wanted to occupy his entire body and swallow everything.

Fortunately, Wang Baole himself is as good as he is, shining with the light in his eyes, under that gaze, like a reef in the sea, without moving at all.

After a long time, the Emperor on the seat at the top of the stairs withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.

This sigh, with vicissitudes, seems to contain the passage of time, echoing in this hall, and it will not disperse for a long time, even giving Wang Baole an illusion, as if this sigh came from the long years before and fell into his ears, as if his own life also showed signs of withering.

"I... failed, and you... are late."

The vicissitudes of life echoed after the sigh, forming waves of invisible impacts, spreading around and pouring into Wang Baole's mind, making his breathing slightly more rapid.

"Is it worth it!" Wang Baole suddenly spoke, his voice like a storm, and in this hall, it touched the impact, forming a roar.

"I am always paying attention to you... You have your pursuit, for your freedom... and I also have my own pursuit, for completeness, for the mission of my previous life." The Emperor murmured. Although his voice was slight, he had some penetration in this hall.

"And you are like me, both part of your previous life, but your pursuit is yourself, and my pursuit is the origin, so... do you ask me if I'm worth it?" The Emperor said this, slowly sat upright, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, staring at Wang Baole from a high point.

"I also want to ask you, is it worth giving up your previous life?"

"Is it wrong to merge with me and we pursue our past lives together?" The emperor's voice showed majesty and a hint of anger, as if he didn't understand why... Wang Baole, who was transformed by this wisp of remnant soul, hadn't given up on resistance earlier.

In that case, maybe... it's still time.

Wang Baole was silent. Now he is absorbing the memory of the Emperor and integrating the clues he encountered in his life. Finally, in his heart, he has actually clearly defined his origin.

I am just a wisp of the soul of the corpse in the coffin in my previous life. The Emperor is like this. They are indeed one, but their independent consciousness has led the two originally one person to go out in two different directions.

"What you are pursuing is the past."

"What I am pursuing is now." Wang Baole shook his head, looked at the Emperor, and spoke slowly.

"So, you are not wrong, and I... are not wrong, but if you look at it at the cost, I don't agree with your approach because it's not worth it."

When the Emperor was silent and looked at Wang Baole, complex fluctuations also appeared in his dark eyes. Starting from his conscious mind, he did not think that there was any life in this universe that could have an equal dialogue with himself.

Even parrots are the same.

As for those generals, they are just under their command and have no qualifications, but... the person in front of them is the only qualified person.

So in this silence, the Emperor sighed again.

“It’s not important whether it’s the past or the present…”

"Originally... if everything went well, now we are complete. I think we should have left this universe and returned to our source." The Emperor murmured, with confusion and regret in his eyes.

"It's a pity, it's a pity... I thought this universe was special enough, but I still didn't expect that this universe was so special that it was the only one that it was the origin of immortals..."

"I lost without any wickedness... But I really want to know who I am... and I want to know more about who killed me... The thing I want to do most is to return to my hometown."

"You don't understand these... because at the moment of your birth, around you, around you, is a complete world, and you are accompanied by others, and you are not alone."

"And I am not, I have been walking alone for countless years..."

"Maybe, the first one to be born back then was you... your thoughts would be the same as mine."

"But these really don't matter anymore, because...the desire has awakened."

Wang Baole's heart was shocked. There was a sentence in the emperor's words that made him agree with it. Perhaps, if he was really the first to be born, then there would be a similar choice...

In silence, Wang Baole listened to the last sentence the Emperor said, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes. He remembered the missing section in the memory of the Emperor he saw. This section of the memory contained unknown problems that appeared on the Emperor.

It is this problem that led to the change of Yuanyu Daoxing and the birth of the seven emotions and six desires.

"What then?" Wang Baole spoke calmly. He wanted to know what was wrong with the Emperor. Although there were more or less speculations in his heart, he needed to confirm it.

The Emperor shook his head and slowly raised his right hand. The process of lifting was very difficult. Wang Baole saw countless mist wrapped around the Emperor's right hand, making it seem like it took great effort to complete the movement.

In this lifting, a soft light gathered on the tip of the Emperor's right finger. The light was not very bright, and seemed to be barely formed in the black fog, and finally turned into a light spot, leaving the Emperor's surroundings and flying towards Wang Baole.

Until it floated in front of Wang Baole.

The aura of the same origin made Wang Baole feel very clear. His intuition told himself that there was no harm in this light spot, and that it was just a memory stored in it.
Chapter completed!