All races revere me as the Heavenly Emperor, solely because of my nine disciples!

Zhou Hai stared blankly at Sun Buwang, only to see that the boy had entered a state of enlightenment. This made it difficult for Zhou Hai, who wanted to stop Sun Buwang, to speak up for a moment.

It is clear that Sun Buwang is still only at the Refining Strength Realm. Logically speaking, this level of cultivation is not even enough to fully enter the threshold of becoming a cultivator.

But a strange scene appeared on his body, as if heaven and earth resonated with him, and it seemed as if runes of the Great Dao were intertwining on his body.

That's right, they are Daoist runes, not Daoist laws and order.

This is an existence that transcends the realm of sainthood, an existence that is close to the Great Way of Truth, and cannot be compared to the laws of saints.

This was terrifying; even Zhou Hai couldn't help but tremble at the sight.

How did this kid do that?

His cultivation level clearly hadn't reached that level, but his state of mind had touched upon it.

If a cultivator at the Refining Power Realm could control the rules, wouldn't that be unprecedented and create a legend?

"why?"

"Master, why is this happening?"

"Immortality, to make up for all regrets, is that really a good thing?"

"No, it's not good at all!"

"Imagine this: you love peanuts, but after one meal, you can never eat them again. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

"But if I fed you this every meal, every moment, how long could you endure it? I'm afraid it wouldn't even take a few days before anyone would throw up at the sight of it, right?"

"Immortality is like eating peanuts. At first, it's delicious, and all kinds of regrets can be made up for. But after a while, it becomes tasteless."

Sun Buwang continued talking to himself. Zhou Hai stared blankly at him, and suddenly his heart trembled, and he had a feeling of sudden realization.

For some reason, he found Sun Buwang's words to be reasonable.

Everything has something in common. At first, you're enthusiastic about whatever you do, but after a while, all that's left is disgust!

However, in the blink of an eye, Zhou Hai realized something.

How can eating peanuts be compared to achieving immortality?

But then Sun Buwang said, "Let's use eating as an analogy again!"

"I know that at this point, everyone will have a question. Immortality is immortality, how can it be summarized by a plate of peanuts?"

"If one can achieve immortality, there are many things one can do, so why be so fixated on this?"

"But in fact, there is plenty of food. However, nothing in this world is infinite!"

"The heavens and earth have an end, but the universe is not necessarily boundless?"

"Why do people have regrets? It's because they didn't reach the end, because they didn't taste all the delicacies in the world, because they didn't satisfy all their desires, and that's why they have regrets!"

"But once one achieves immortality and never dies, one will inevitably reach that end one day, and one will inevitably grow tired of everything in this world, and even desires will become something to be disgusted with?"

"This timeframe could be a million years, ten million years, or even ten million years!"

"But so what? When people live forever, the concept of time itself loses its meaning. Whether you like making friends or you like excitement and adventure, one day, these things will also lose their meaning!"

"So, in general terms, immortality means losing all meaning. Don't you find it ridiculous to talk about the meaning of immortality at this point?"

Listening to Sun Buwang's account, Zhou Hai was stunned again, and even looked bewildered.

He couldn't find any reason to refute this statement.

Yes, everything in this world is finite. Even if you try something new every day, or even if you experience something different every ten thousand years, you will eventually grow tired of everything and lose sight of its meaning.

In that case, what is the point of immortality?

There are ways to solve this problem, such as erasing your memories, forgetting everything you've experienced, and then starting over.

He can do this with ease now, let alone an immortal.

But when a person loses all their memories, what's the difference between that and being dead?

Even if you can continue to experience it, it's no different from the legendary cycle of reincarnation.

What is the relationship between those who reincarnate and those who live forever?

Zhou Hai couldn't help but think of his parents, who were far away from home. Perhaps, that was also the meaning of his life—a bond of affection.

Can emotions last? Can they sustain immortality? Can they become the meaning of longevity?

Obviously that's not possible.

Even ordinary couples experience the three-year itch and the seven-year itch.

How many people can remain true to their parents throughout their lives?

Obviously not.

Especially for cultivators, this indifference towards family ties becomes more pronounced after their lifespan is extended, while profit and longevity become the ultimate themes.

In this way, even emotions become meaningless.

How much meaning does life still hold?

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Hai's mind. While he was feeling confused, he didn't even realize that his cultivation level was actually reversing on its own.

He seemed to have undergone a transformation, and the techniques of the Mad Demon Emperor Scripture had gradually taken over his body.

"It's meaningless, completely meaningless!"

Finally, Zhou Hai sat up abruptly, took a sip of wine from his glass, grabbed some peanuts, and popped them into his mouth to chew.

"Yes, it's completely pointless!"

"So, what is the greatest significance of human immortality?"

"Yes, death, absolutely death. Death is the greatest meaning of life!"

"When you feel that living is painful, death is your only destination!"

"So what's the point of talking about immortality or making up for regrets? I think regret itself is a great meaning of life. After all, having regrets means that life has left its mark, right, Master?"

Sun Buwang nodded, and as he spoke, he took out two jars of wine, and threw one of them directly at Zhou Hai, which hit Zhou Hai's chest with a "bang".

"Come on, let's go!"

Then, Sun Buwang raised the wine jar to Zhou Hai, the master and apprentice clinked their glasses, and began to drink heartily.

"No wonder you enjoy being beaten to death so much, there's some truth to that!"

"But my disciple, you haven't died completely!"

After downing half a jar of wine in one gulp, Zhou Hai's breath reeked of alcohol, and he couldn't help but say something.

"Yes, I didn't die completely. Perhaps my level of cultivation hasn't reached that point yet!"

"If one day even this kind of death isn't enough for me, I think I'll go and experience another kind of death!"

"For example, the soul is scattered and the cycle of reincarnation is severed; I think that's what makes it exciting!"

"But I'm not that addicted yet, I'll take it slow, no rush!"

"Master, would you like to experience the feeling of death as well?"

Sun Buwang looked at Zhou Hai with approval, his eyes finally shining as if he were sharing something good.

At this point, Zhou Hai was completely misled.

"What does death feel like?"

Zhou Hai thought of the battle in the starry sky more than half a year ago.

Believe it or not, he really did die that time, and in a state of eternal silence. At the time, he felt regret and resentment, but looking back now, he feels a strange sense of relief, as if that moment was more comfortable than becoming an immortal.

Unfortunately, everyone has fears, and in the face of death, hardly anyone can experience that kind of pleasure.

And after death, there's even less chance to experience it. You can't even recall or savor it.

Just as Zhou Hai's thoughts were racing, Chen Bei returned.

He brought Zeng Youde, who was half-dead and looked like a dead dog, to Zhou Hai to report back.

As soon as he entered the door, he was completely stunned.