Chapter 733: The Philosophical Dispute, The True Meaning of Existence

"Pain is a part of existence, but it is not everything!" Lin Xuan said loudly.

"There is also joy, there is growth, there is love, and there is friendship!"

"There are countless beautiful moments! Do these have no value?"

His words reminded everyone of the beautiful times in their lives.

The cultivators remembered the friendship with their fellow disciples.

They remembered the joy of breaking through a realm.

They remembered the sense of accomplishment when protecting the weak.

The demon beasts remembered the warmth of family reunions.

They remembered the happiness of running freely in the mountains and forests.

They remembered the time spent playing and frolicking with their companions.

"That's right, although existence has pain, it also has so much beauty."

That young Golden Core Stage cultivator stood up again.

"I remembered the excitement of the first time I flew on a sword."

"I remembered the warmth when my master taught me cultivation techniques."

"I remembered the friendship when training with my fellow disciples."

"These are things that nothingness cannot provide."

Others also recalled the beautiful moments in their lives one after another.

The sweetness of first love, the warmth of friendship, the joy of growth.

The care of family, the teachings of masters, the support of companions.

These beautiful memories reignited the fire of hope in their hearts.

"We choose to exist!" everyone said in unison.

"Even if there is pain, we must cherish these beauties!"

"Nothingness cannot give us these precious experiences!"

The will of all living beings stabilized again, and the river of light shone once more.

The Lord of Nothingness saw this scene and let out an angry roar.

"Stupid! You have chosen pain, you have chosen torment!"

"This seat will make you regret this choice!"

The Light of Creation and the power of nothingness clashed fiercely in the air.

But the battle at this moment had already transcended a mere contest of strength.

This was an ultimate debate about the meaning of existence.

The voice of the Lord of Nothingness sounded again, carrying a profound philosophy.

"The beauties you speak of are all fleeting; they will all fade away."

"Lovers will leave, friends will betray, and achievements will turn to dust."

"In the end, all existence must face death and disappearance."

His words carried a cold sense of reality.

"Instead of experiencing these painful processes, why not choose eternal nothingness?"

"In nothingness, there is no pain of loss, no torment of unfulfilled desires."

"There is only absolute peace."

These words indeed struck the pain points in many people's hearts.

An old cultivator with white hair heard these words, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

He had cultivated for eight hundred years and experienced countless partings of life and death.

Masters, fellow disciples, Dao companions, and children had all faded away in the long river of time.

"Perhaps the Lord of Nothingness is right," he sighed wearily.

"After cultivating for so many years, in the end, one still has to face death."

"So much pain, so much loss—what is it all for?"

He was not the only one with such thoughts.

Many old cultivators who had experienced the vicissitudes of life fell into deep thought.

The path of immortality is inherently full of hardships, and how many have paid a huge price in pursuit of longevity.

Yet in the end, they discovered that even upon reaching a high realm, they still could not escape the shackles of the cycle of life and death.

The philosophy of the Lord of Nothingness held a strong temptation for these people.

It was as if it pointed out a path to complete liberation for them.

Some cultivators with insufficient willpower even began to stop resisting voluntarily.

"Since the destination is death, why struggle?"

"The embrace of nothingness might truly be warmer."

They put down the Dharma Artifacts in their hands, preparing to accept the "embrace" of nothingness.

The river of light of the will of all living beings fluctuated again, and its brightness began to dim.

But Lin Xuan was not swayed by these words.

He remembered all the experiences he had gone through along the way.

The brotherhood with Nezha and Zhang Wuji.

From the initial strangeness to the later Life and Death Together.

The three of them adventured together, grew together, and faced difficulties together.

Although this friendship might end one day, the joy it brought was real.

He recalled the beautiful times from when he first met Bai Suxin to when they fell in love.

The heart-fluttering feeling of their first meeting, the warmth of holding hands for the first time.

The mutual encouragement while cultivating together, the tacit understanding when facing danger together.

Although this relationship might have its ups and downs, the happiness it brought was precious.

He also recalled scenes of countless cultivators and demonic beasts struggling in unity for a common goal.

Those beings of different races and different sects set aside their prejudices.

United as one to protect the cultivation world, casting aside all caution for justice.

Although this unity might be temporary, the spirit it displayed was eternal.

"You are right, these beautiful things will indeed fade away." Lin Xuan's voice became firm.

"But it is precisely because of their transience that they appear even more precious."

He raised the Heart of Purification, and the Light of Creation became even more dazzling.

"The beauty of a flower does not lose its value just because it will wither."

"The preciousness of a friendship is not negated just because a friend departs."

"The meaning of existence does not lie in eternity, but in creating infinite value and beauty within a limited time."

These words awakened many lost beings like a sudden enlightenment.

That white-haired old cultivator stopped his attempt to give up.

He began to recall the most precious moments in his life.

The joy of successfully casting a spell for the first time.

That sense of achievement from nothing to something, from impossible to possible.

The warmth of cultivating together with fellow disciples.

Everyone helping each other, encouraging each other, and progressing together.

The surprise of meeting his Dao companion.

Two lonely souls found each other and felt the power of love.

The gratification of watching the younger generation grow.

Passing on cultivation methods, sharing experiences, and allowing skills to be inherited.

Although these moments have already passed, the beautiful memories they left in his heart are real.

They are a wealth that no power can erase.

"Yes, precisely because they are transient, they are precious." The old cultivator stood up once again.

"If everything were eternal, then there would be no need to cherish anything."

Other beings also awakened one after another.

The demonic beasts recalled the excitement of their transformation.

From beasts becoming intelligent life, feeling the joy of thought.

The cultivators recalled the excitement of their first time flying on a sword.

Shaking off the shackles of the ground, soaring freely in the sky.

Everyone recalled the beautiful times spent with family and friends.

The laughter during chats, the warmth and emotion during reunions.

Although these moments were short, the joy they brought was real.

The power of the will of all living beings gathered together again, and it became even stronger than before.

Because this time, it was not just driven by the instinct to survive.

It was supported by a profound recognition of the meaning of life.

"We choose to exist, we choose these precious experiences!" everyone said in unison.

"Even if they are transient, even if we will lose them, we must cherish them!"

The river of light shone once again, even more brilliant than before.