"I know this matter well. Back when I was old and frail, I also traveled all over the world in search of suitable burial caves," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"At our level, we have long since become undying and imperishable. Is it not somewhat unnecessary to choose a burial cave so formally?" Chu Feng asked in confusion.
"No. He has already understood his Destiny Number. To him, death is true Transcendence." Desolate Heaven Emperor had a different view.
After learning some of the Sick One's true past, he had also come to understand the value of life.
Family affection, love, and every other kind of feeling were only temporary.
If family affection never changed and love never faded, that would be the truly dangerous thing.
Change meant the movement of life, while the stillness of life meant that death had arrived.
The death spoken of here was not death in the ordinary sense.
It was the death of the soul. Just like the Sick One, once the heart died, the body perished.
In the end, he had left no paintings of his past behind in this world.
It seemed that he truly no longer held any feelings for all living beings or the All Heavens.
"Could that day come for us as well?" Desolate Heaven Emperor's words plunged Chu Feng and Ye Fan into contemplation.
Originally, they had not thought death would be a problem.
They had countless beauties accompanying them, groups of descendants by their sides, and even all kinds of ever-changing grudges and entanglements.
But now, it seemed that one day, all these things would become dull and tasteless.
The world changed, and so did people's hearts. That was the true meaning of the Dao.
Death had never been an end imposed on oneself by outsiders.