[Death]
If the world suddenly went dark and huge blood-red words appeared before one's eyes, then anyone should have been able to properly understand their predicament, right?
Unfortunately, reality was not so gentle.
Death was emptier than darkness, more ethereal, and even more terrifying.
Anyone who wanted to actively embrace such a thing probably had something wrong with their head. But then again, who with a normal head would become an Artisan? Within absolute nothingness, Ji Jue could feel his consciousness gradually dissipating as he had wished—
Annihilating.
He felt no fear.
What rose from the depths of his heart at the very end was, unexpectedly, the fulfillment and delight of having his theory proven.
Ah, ah, just as expected—
Smiling, he fell into that void.
Embracing death.
The world seemed to die alongside him, twisting, collapsing, annihilating.
I think, therefore I am. The instant observation ended, all things would return to nothingness. Once again, he experienced the Primacy of Spirit emphasized by Ascension.
When awake, all things sang in joy; when drunk, heaven and earth lay silent.
When my consciousness dissipates, what meaning does this world still hold for me?
This was his final method, his only support.
When perception was plunged deep into delirium, when consciousness was shrouded by hallucinations, this was the most thorough [Rejection]
And [Denial] that the self could choose—by approaching death without limit, achieving another kind of "Nirvana."
Not a single thought arose, not a single thought stirred.
Yet compared to the true "Supreme Perfect Enlightenment," Without worry, fear, sorrow, or joy, this was undoubtedly the heretical path of going berserk.
Once self-awareness completely dissipated, all hallucinations and phantasms would have nowhere left to stand, and would only vanish along with it.
Like sipping wine and savoring its sweetness, killing Dreamland and