The human face did not detect the presence of the body, because this in itself defies logic.

Just like how Tan Wenbin cultivated those two children, they can be considered as one body with three souls. Back then, Yu Miaomiao's beast soul and human soul coexisted in one body, but essentially, they were just multiple souls within one body. As for Li Zhiyuan, it's genuinely an equal arrangement of one soul with two thoughts, sharing memories.

This special kind of Evil known as the human face possesses an innate control over memory. From its perspective, such an occurrence is absolutely impossible.

Unless Li Zhiyuan purposely stayed in that room, exposing the body as well.

But in this world, there's always an exception. Liu Yumei, a member of the Dragon King family, had never heard of anyone who could self-ignite like a lamp and directly initiate Zou Jiang.

Again and again, eyes open, then close.

Li Zhiyuan experienced a repeated destruction and reconstruction of his life from his own perspective.

Memory is not the soul; it is an important component but not the only one. Hence, its transformation leaves traces.

Just like a movie—you watch it once, erase its memory, and upon repeated viewings, it still feels dull.

Even if you forget its plot, the emotional and thoughtful points within it leave an inertia or, you could say, raise a certain threshold.

Life is similar. Finding a pretty stone as a child is enough to bring joy for an entire day, but when older, it's seen as childish; what seemed like a major crisis as a child, seen from adulthood, seems ordinary.

And this is only a normal reflection of an ordinary person. What Li Zhiyuan is experiencing now is countless times more extreme and is rapidly repeating.

In the room, the body worries if Li Zhiyuan can endure it.

According to normal logic, Li Zhiyuan should have been on the verge of collapse by now. Possibly, the next time he opens his eyes, he might reject and resent his life, even loathe his own existence, wishing he could simply perish.

Yet, Li Zhiyuan made no extra movements, lying there all along, regardless of the deck chair's condition.

Every time he opened and closed his eyes, it seemed like a short nap.

The clouds in the sky became increasingly tenuous in this struggle.

The farmland, initially vast, shrank into a small vegetable patch, with only a phantom remaining of the rooms to the east and west, and beyond the terrace, the unseen areas had become blurred.

Both sides were locked in a conscious struggle, stubbornly holding on, so naturally, unnecessary costs must be cut.

Only because Li Zhiyuan's mental state was inherently unusual, and blessed by the lotus creation of True Monarch Pu Du, could they even have the chance to engage in this game, despite potentially having a cheating ability with the body.

While other areas faded, only the room behind Li Zhiyuan remained intact. The Grandmaster's bedroom next door had lost its doors and windows; even the tiles on the outer wall showed no patterns, as if coated in white cement dust.

The human face finally noticed the issue: "Who is in there!"

It then turned to Li Zhiyuan on the lounge chair: "What exactly are you!"

The rain ceased to target the lounge chair area, focusing instead on the room.

The doors, windows, and walls were quickly corroded until they were full of holes, especially the ceiling, which had mostly hollowed out.

The body looked up; the sky was largely clear now, except for a small circle that still held clouds.

In this battle to the finish, they had no choice but to confront each other directly.

Looking at the two identical Li Zhiyuans, feeling the identical memory aura emanating from them, the human face was full of bewilderment.

More than the existence itself, perhaps what was more incomprehensible was the collaboration achieved between them.

In this world, how could such a thing exist?

This not only violated human nature and the natural order but also went against the Heavenly Dao!

If it were ordinary people, that would be one thing, but this was the joint heir of the Qin and Liu Families, even more so because he was in Zou Jiang. More importantly, the human face had already sensed the terrifying talent in Li Zhiyuan.

Such a person, having reached this level openly, could clandestinely cultivate another self.

Heavenly Dao, why don't you intervene?

How can you allow such a monstrosity to exist?

The black rain struck the body, causing him to feel his memories being altered.

The body turned its head, the doorway before him had collapsed, allowing him to see Li Zhiyuan lying on the lounge chair.

The deck chair was new, indicating that Li Zhiyuan was currently in a fully conscious state upon opening his eyes.

But the body feared that Li Zhiyuan now might be an emotionless Puppet, like an extreme gray and white, only a trace of indistinct color remaining.

Therefore, the body might not expect Li Zhiyuan to help him.

Stepping back a thousand paces, this was also a golden opportunity for Li Zhiyuan to eliminate his "body," as long as he dared to gamble, betting that the face's remaining strength was only enough to obliterate one self.

Li Zhiyuan, would you be that foolish?

"Creak…"

It was the sound of the lounge chair being moved.

Li Zhiyuan stood up, looking at the body, perhaps guessing what the body was thinking, Li Zhiyuan spoke:

"Rest assured, I'm not that foolish."

The human face had deliberately concentrated the rain on the body, hoping to spectate, resolving one before tackling himself.

In the climactic moments of the final battle, selfish motivations were more prone to emerge.

Li Zhiyuan proactively stepped into the severely damaged room, joining the body in weathering the rain.