The experts of Brahma Temple had created Death Reincarnation so immortals who killed the weak would experience death and despair, then reflect on themselves in death.
Jiang Ping An fell into a cycle of life and death. He died again and again, experiencing the fear and helplessness of those he had killed in their final moments.
His soul was gradually worn away, and he began to feel a confusion unlike anything he had known.
The pain and despair in those fragments of memory seemed to seep deep into his soul, slowly stripping away his sense of self.
He tried to remember who he was and where he had come from, but whenever he neared the edge of a memory, fear and helplessness swept over him like a tide, plunging him back into chaos.
As time passed, Jiang Ping An felt as though the illusion was swallowing him. He no longer knew who he was or why he had come here.
Only death, fear, and confusion remained.
Death, rebirth, death again...
The thousandth death, the ten-thousandth, the hundred-thousandth...
By the time tens of millions of cycles of Death Reincarnation had ended, he had forgotten who he was even though the cycle had stopped. His soul had weakened to its limit and was gradually dissipating.
Meanwhile, at the Feather Emperor Immortal Sect.
Many of the sect's senior figures gathered at the palace where Jiang Ping An was staying.
They had received word that something had happened to Jiang Ping An and hurried over to check on him. They had not expected the situation to be worse than they imagined.
Sect Master Xiao Liangyan sensed Jiang Ping An's soul dissipating, and his heart grew heavy.
"What happened?"
"Woodhead said earlier that he was undergoing a trial at Brahma Temple. I don't know exactly