Su Hao watched Jing Chen's Primordial Spirit vanish into the void.
At the instant it disappeared, the Through-Glimpse Divine Eye caught sight of a massive, illusory black wheel.
The strange object flashed away, impossible to track again.
"Is that thing connected to reincarnation?" Su Hao could not help frowning.
Although Jing Chen was dead and his great vengeance had been avenged, the thought that the man could still reincarnate, perhaps even enter the Buddhist Palace to cultivate again in the future, made him feel that this "settlement" was far from complete.
"Do you feel that it isn't satisfying enough?" Cheng Zhen asked.
"When dealing with an enemy, you should grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes.
"For mortals, death is the end.
"For immortals and demons, death is merely starting over.
"Thinking of it that way, even if you kill him a thousand or a hundred times, if he can still go on reincarnating, can that count as vengeance?"
Su Hao said casually.
In truth, his hatred for Jing Chen had never run so deep that he absolutely had to make him suffer utter soul destruction, never to be reborn.
"Hehe. As long as Jing Chen fails to see through it and remains obsessed with the grudges and grievances of his past life, he can never take refuge in the Buddhist path.
"Thus, one or two lives will likely be far from enough to awaken him. Three lives, five lives, or even a thousand or a hundred lives may be needed before he can transcend the sea of suffering.
"Junior Brother Su, your current realm and cultivation are still too low, so your understanding is limited. You remain fixated on such trifling personal enmities and old grudges."
Cheng Zhen looked toward Su Hao, his gaze deep and far-reaching.