Mingyin saw a spirit.
His vision blinked—blurry at first—as it slowly returned while Mr. Spirit looked away.
"This was just an illusion. What's so bad? You survived, didn't you? Oh… did you kill some people and now you feel sad?"
Mingyin smiled.
She had dodged the question.
People who always dodge their responsibilities and never do what they truly want were Mingyin's greatest enemies.
He felt disgusted by them.
"If the illusion was just a test for me to survive a trial, then why does the pain of killing people remain? Why does it strike my heart like iron?"
He clenched his chest.
"Why did those people have to die? And why must I be the one to kill them?!"
Mr. Spirit simply snorted.
"Foolish idiot!" she yelled. "That was just an illusion. Don't waste my time. Don't you want to awaken?"
Mingyin sighed, trying to forget the matter.
Caring about people was the only way he had survived… yet he could still feel their wrath lingering in his soul.
He looked at his hands.
"Is this the path of cultivation? Then I must accept the harsh decisions—the need to take the lives of living beings…"
Whether they lived or died was their fate… or was it?
"I can't always decide who survives. Sometimes, when I kill… it's because I must survive. Or because I benefit."
Mingyin looked up at the sky.
"There is no reward for the kind. Only the strong survive."
He lowered his head, a quiet sadness settling within him.
This was a heavy burden.
Killing someone meant breaking his promise to his mother.
Killing someone meant ending a life… becoming the one who ends it.
But everything would end one day in a mortal world. Whether they died early or late—was it really so different? Perhaps it was only people's perception that made it matter.
Mingyin forced himself to stop thinking about the illusion.
Instead, he buried those thoughts deep inside his mind—
So he wouldn't feel guilty anymore.
So he could live in peace.
If it were another immortal, they might reflect on morality.
But this was him.
"They started it… they asked for death… what should I have done? Died instead?"
Even if it was justified…
Mingyin still felt their souls clawing at his spirit.
The pain was unbearable.
Even alone, he could not endure it.
It was pure torture.
Mingyin had to hide these thoughts from the world, burying any trace of compassion.
He felt a deep despair—a cold, unyielding reality.
Mingyin looked forward and shook his head.
"Whatever happens now… I can't just forget it."
He looked ahead.
"Where are we going?"
Mr. Spirit yawned, stretching her fingers before pointing forward.
"I don't know. We've just entered the Space Realm."
"It's a hidden scar in space, discovered by my ancestor—Great Love Red Stone."
She glanced around.
"What do you want to do so I can finally be free from your grasp?"
Mingyin sighed.
"I want you to help me awaken… to become immortal."
"And I want to use the Yang Yong Sphere."
Mr. Spirit gritted her teeth.
Anger surged within her—she wanted to kill this idiot.
But she was bound. She couldn't act rashly.
In the end, she gave up.
She needed to survive.
She nodded.
"Fine… I'll show you."
Mr. Spirit turned around.
"Let me transfer soul force energy into the Jade Palace to help you awaken."
Mingyin nodded.
After one month of pure torture—of sheer will to survive—and after countless enemies surrendered…
The oath he made to awaken and become immortal after one billion regressions…
Was finally within reach.
Mingiyn could only clench his fist
His excitement in his heart could not be completely understand
Who could preserved for billion of regression