This energy frightened Chu Mo.
There was clearly no powerful outburst, but it was as if an unimaginable sun was rising from the body of the old man in front of him, causing his eyes to sting and making it almost impossible for him to look directly at it.
"You should show mercy when you can. You have annihilated the Chongyun clan, so it's time to calm down the anger in your heart."
The old man walked slowly towards us and spoke in an extremely calm voice.
As soon as these words came out.
Chu Mo looked at the old man and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the Old Man of Destruction. According to your understanding, I should be the source of this Zerg race, but... I prefer to call myself a Seeker of Truth."
The old man said calmly.
When he said this, there was a hint of sadness in the old man's eyes, as if revealing sorrow and nostalgia, recalling the past years.
"Those who destroy the civilizations of other great worlds are still worthy of being called seekers of truth?"
Hearing this, Chu Mo sneered, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"You are still too young, fellow Daoist."
"If you live long enough, you will understand my difficulties."
The old man in gray shook his head, not caring too much, but sighed softly.
After he finished speaking, he pointed lightly with his finger.
In an instant.
Scenes emerged in Chu Mo's mind. They were old events from the past that were reappearing now.
The old man was once an unparalleled genius, and he cultivated to the ultimate state of Daluo at an astonishing speed, and was respected throughout history.
But his tribe is now in trouble. In order to protect it, he has fought against the Chaos Beasts and even killed other Daluo ultimate invaders.
But endless years passed, and one day he found that he was about to die of old age.
It was not until this time that he understood that even if he reached the pinnacle of Daluo, his lifespan would not be infinite, and there would still be a day when he would fall.
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die like this.
So he created a method that could absorb the original power of all living beings in order to prolong his own life.
And with the successful first use of this method, the target was his own clan.
The world that he had protected for endless years was destroyed by his own hands. Countless lives were killed, and even his own bloodline and clan were devoured by him, absorbing all the original power.
Then, he traveled to one world after another, devouring the essence of all living beings using the same method.
With the help of this method, he survived for endless years, and even his strength broke through certain limitations and moved towards a higher level.
At a certain age, the old man found that relying on himself to devour was too slow, and he had no time to practice, so he created the bloodworm clan to fight for him in the heavens and worlds, bury all living things, and absorb all the original power to prolong his life.
I, on the other hand, focus on practicing and comprehending a higher realm.
But unfortunately, how difficult it is to reach a higher level?
Even though he spent countless years, he still stopped at the threshold and could not get a glimpse of the essence.
This caused him great pain.
Until one day, the bloodworm clan under his command discovered the mythical civilization that was born from within their own clan. The old man originally wanted to destroy it immediately, but he found that the mythical civilization was extremely extraordinary. With the idea of learning from others' experience, he held back.
He let the bloodworm clan surround him secretly, while he secretly analyzed the other party's laws, just like a farmer carefully raising his crops and waiting for the day when they would mature.
Finally, after endless years, the mythological civilization developed to an extremely brilliant level. The old man knew that it was time to reap the rewards, so he immediately called on his subordinates to attack.
At the moment when the mythological civilization was destroyed, the original power of countless immortals and gods brought him countless essences, comparable to the original power of dozens of great worlds.
And more importantly.
The essence of the mythological civilization has benefited him greatly, giving him a deeper understanding of higher levels.
So he sealed himself in a cocoon and secluded himself in order to make a breakthrough.
But what was unexpected was that instead of waiting for a breakthrough, the avenger Chu Mo came.
…
After reading this information, Chu Mo couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Then, he looked at the old man and sneered, "To survive, you slaughtered the descendants of your own bloodline and even destroyed countless great worlds. Is this what you call seeking the truth?"
"The Dao is profound, and it is natural that the path to seeking it will be bumpy. Even if you pay a lot during this period, it is as it should be."
"In the final analysis, it's just asking for a little bit of relief on the road."
“What’s more, you and I have both achieved the Great Luo Dao Fruit, transcending time and space, gathering our past and future selves. We are not on the same level as ordinary beings.
"All living things in this world will eventually die, it's just a matter of time. In our eyes, they are just ants. If I can add a little to our path of seeking the truth, it would be a blessing for these ants forever."
The old man put his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.
Finally, he paused, then continued, "The reason I tell you all this is because you and I are of the same kind... Fellow Daoist, there are not many who can stand at the pinnacle of this world. You are the most astonishingly talented person I have ever seen in these endless years. I am willing to pursue the great Dao with you."
"As long as you agree, this vast world will be divided equally between you and me. If we can make further progress in the future, we can still move forward hand in hand. Isn't that wonderful?"
Chu Mo remained silent.
After a moment, he slowly said: "You have your way, I have mine, if we don't share the same way, we can't work together."
"People with different ideals cannot work together... How can there be any difference in ideals?"
The old man, Destroying World, smiled calmly and said, "The reason you and I have different paths is simply because you've grown up too smoothly. You haven't yet tasted the pain of seeking the truth but failing to attain it. Furthermore, you still have ties and constraints... Fellow Daoist, I'm not being overly snarky. Truly, at our level, ordinary creatures shouldn't be a weakness."
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