Life's Sword Followed One to the Tomb in Death; the Unpredictability of the Theatrical Dao Lay in Wen Ting

The wind stilled, and the snow ceased.

The ownerless Plum Rain ended Heaven's Liberation, spiraled down from midair, and pierced the ground some distance away.

"Wuu..."

The sword trembled, letting out a low, mournful whine, as though it were weeping.

Feng Zhongzui watched Elder Gu's body age at an exaggerated rate visible to the naked eye. In silence, he turned the Dao Transmission Mirror elsewhere.

Mei Suren still held Gu Yu, yet felt the weight in his arms gradually lighten.

Before long, even his chin began to tremble faintly. After hesitating and struggling for a long while, he raised his head and looked toward Xu Xiaoshou. "Can the profundity of life bring him back?"

From Xu Xiaoshou's perspective, Elder Gu's Life Pattern was withering and dissolving, his soul aura fading bit by bit.

This was an irreversible process.

The profundity of life could allow one to comprehend life, but it could not forcibly alter it.

If life was finite, then death was its outcome. On that one-way road, there could never be a turning back.

If life was infinite, then death was a process of transformation—Elder Gu's Life Pattern had not absolutely vanished. Relatively speaking, it had become part of the energy of heaven and earth, entering a system of natural circulation.

The world was heartless.

So was life.

Xu Xiaoshou silently shook his head. When he saw Mr. Siren lower his head calmly, he wanted to speak, yet stopped himself.

If he truly wished to, he could forcibly alter life as well.

But he could not alter the outcome—only relatively freeze the process in between.

Xu Xiaoshou could not make Elder Gu wake up or recover. He did not possess such vast divine powers.

It was merely that, with the immense endurance granted by his passive skills, if he