Chapter 1370: One Popping Up (II)
“So you guys cultivate just so you can endlessly swallow others?” Li Hao looked at the Red Moon exalted emperor. “You guys are a major world at the end of the day, can’t you think of another way to achieve your goals?”
“Why should we? This is the fastest, easiest, and most direct! Even if one hundred thousand years really have elapsed in the outside world, it’s still worth it to spend one hundred thousand years attacking a world!” The exalted emperor didn’t find anything wrong with what he’d said. He only felt that Li Hao didn’t understand and wasn’t interested in explaining further to the young man.
“It’s too slow for you to cultivate on your own. Even though you control the corporeal dao universe, it will still be very difficult to ascend to half step emperor! Li Hao, work with me...” The exalted emperor was finding something amiss in the situation as he spoke on. More energy was gathering in the surroundings and even some of his Red Moon power was disappearing into the child.
“You are so undiscerning in what you eat!” frowned the exalted emperor. How dare you swallow my Red Moon power?
The seal was no longer what it’d once been. I’ll be able to emerge if you absorb too much and kill you!
Li Hao didn’t mind the potential threat, instead focusing on a tendril of Red Moon power. “Does Red Moon power center on desires?”
“Desires?” laughed the exalted emperor. “You could say that! Will cultivators have any motivation and drive if they spend their lives lacking wants and desires? You don’t know how terrifying it is to live too long and lose all cravings! This is how countless worlds have decayed away!
“There was once a world ruled by a formidable master of the world. But in his final moments, he permitted Red Moon to devour him as we would. He didn’t put up a fight. Why?
“Because he’d lived too long! He’d lived so long that he felt there was no difference between living and dying! It is only my Red Moon world that remains full of vitality countless years later!”
Li Hao blinked, then nodded in concurrence. There was indeed such a thing as living too long! Masters of the world could live for millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of years. They would witness seas turn into mulberry fields and back again, the rise and fall of endless civilizations, and perhaps only be by themselves at the end of time.
There would be nothing but unbounded loneliness and emptiness yawning ahead. If one lacked all desire at a time like that, then... seeking death or suicide seemed to be a normal reaction.
They would only fear that there was no one around who could kill them.