Luo Qing was also thinking. He was thinking about the meaning of the King of the Dead, who created the world of the dead and created the race of the dead so that the dead could have a place to go.
This is a great merit, and the will of all sentient beings forcibly sent him to the throne of the source.
And he also became the Lord of the Underworld, a figure that no living creature dared to offend.
Mages, especially dark wizards, whether formal or king-level, they all more or less believe in the King of the Dead.
Because they too will die one day, and without the roots, they will not be able to live forever. Even if they are a powerful extraordinary race, they will only increase their lifespan to an exaggerated level.
For example, the million-year lifespan of Titans and dragons will eventually come to an end, so they need a room for eternal life.
That is to say, the three paths of becoming a lich, becoming a necromancer, and becoming an undead are all opened up by the King of the Undead.
Therefore, ranking according to strength, the first root is the angel, who has the absolute strength to look down on all living beings, followed by the shadow, except for the eight empires, all planes are afraid of the shadow queen.
The third is the King of the Dead, but this sentient being is not afraid of him, but in awe.
That is the reverence for life and the reverence for one's own room.
It seems that this is enough to explain the significance of the existence of the King of the Dead. He has blocked part of the balance of the world and brought eternal life that the world does not allow.
But this is the meaning given to him by the living beings. He has no satisfying emotions and no more emotions. Therefore, to him, it is just the souls who requested it, so he did it.
He doesn't care about what all sentient beings think, so for him everything has returned to its original point, meaningless.
Luo Qing's eyes became calmer, and he looked at the King of the Dead and said indifferently: "The world is like this. If you don't care about everything, then your existence is a kind of silence."
"You can play with the world, you can see through the mortal world, and you can even explore the limits of the source, but you don't."
"You gave up on yourself. Meaning is meaningless. As long as I am willing, I am meaning."
Luo Qing said calmly, even though he knew that the King of the Dead would not listen, he still expressed his thoughts.
Meaning is something that is given by oneself or others. If a person does not care about worldly views, then his meaning can only be given by himself.
The King of the Undead is like this. He doesn't care about the meaning given by others, but if he wants to passively obtain a so-called meaning, then he will eventually become what he is now, meaningless.
It's like a long story. Some people find it interesting and continue to watch it. Some people find it boring and stop watching it. However, even if the King of the Dead finds it boring, he continues to watch it. This is just torturing himself.
If Luo Qing himself fell into this kind of search for meaning, then he would not create any world of the dead, but would choose to escape into the turbulent flow of space and fall into eternal sleep.
Because this world means nothing to me. As long as I avoid those artificial dimensions, then maybe a hundred thousand years, maybe a million years, when I wait for myself to be reawakened, maybe there will be a new world.
At that time, I will continue to have the freshness of one hundred thousand years, and when the freshness wears off, I will continue to sleep in the turbulence of space.
If there was no world, there would be no worries anyway, and we would simply fall into eternal sleep.
The King of the Dead was stunned for a moment and thought carefully for a while. He raised his head silently and shook his head gently: "I don't have anything I want. Except for the first hundred thousand years when I went to explore new things, the rest of the time I I’ve always been here, I think, I should like this.”
"Who knows, the meaning of the King of Angels was forcibly given by herself. She can only live according to the rules originally set. Do you think this is meaningful or meaningless to her?" Luo Qing asked calmly.
He looked at the King of the Undead and said in a very serious tone: "As you said, the world is composed of elements, but epics are written by desire."
"All meanings are given by myself. The King of Angels, the Epidemic Doctor, God, Faith, and exploring the unknown are all things given by myself."
"And if you don't have desire, it won't be meaningful."
Luo Qing said, with the King of the Dead looking thoughtful, he said calmly: "Okay, this is a profound question. You stay here and think about it slowly. My meaning is still waiting for me outside."
The King of the Undead came back to his senses, and his eyes were no longer as calm as dead water, but with a hint of curiosity: "Wait a moment."
"I envy you all to find the meaning of your existence, but your meaning seems to be too much."
The King of the Undead said, the blue light flashing in his eyes: "I can see your past, and I can also predict your future. Let's simulate a scene."
Following the words of the King of the Undead, the surrounding darkness stirred up waves again, and pictures gradually appeared around him. Light shone into this dark world, revealing the scene under the darkness.
The King of the Undead raised his hand, a virtual Luo Qing appeared, and a virtual world suddenly bloomed around him.
"You see, the meaning of life lies in desire, and you have many desires, including your own life, the family relationship between master and apprentice, the love of your lover, the friendship of your friends, the pursuit of power, the exploration of the unknown, and the desire for peace. "
Every time the King of the Undead said a word, a picture appeared next to the virtual Luo Qing. It was the second virtual Luo Qing, but this Luo Qing's eyes were full of innocence and confusion.
Next are Daolong with stern eyes, Xiaoyu with eyes full of love, and Dad, Chen Long, Xueyi and the others with smiles.
Then there is a dark throne, then a scepter next to the throne, and finally a peaceful being.
The King of the Dead's tone was still calm, but it made people feel that he was no longer detached at this time, as if he had crossed a boundary and looked curiously at the god of the new world.
He placed these pictures in front of virtual Luo Qing, and then watched the pictures with Luo Qing. He turned his head and asked, "Is this all you care about?"
Luo Qing pursed his lips and did not answer.
The King of the Dead didn't care whether he answered or not, and continued to say calmly: "And now, I want you to give up one of your meanings. What will you choose?"
Luo Qing's heart sank suddenly and he said calmly: "I can protect anything."
A smile appeared on the calm face of the King of the Dead, bringing him closer to the world.
"Do you want a reason?" he asked.
A terrifying shadow appeared in the picture. It was the moon hanging high in the sky. A pair of eyes above calmly looked at everything Luo Qing cared about below.
"What now?" He asked again: "Can I give up one?"
Luo Qing didn't speak, his heart sank even more. He was very afraid of Curse Lan, but he thought he still didn't need to choose, because...
Before he could find a good reason for himself, the virtual screen moved.
'He' tore the peace apart without hesitation and protected the others behind him.
(End of chapter)
