[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 situation.
Unfortunately, reality was not so gentle.
Death was emptier than darkness, more ethereal, and even more terrifying.
Anyone who wanted to embrace such a thing willingly probably had something wrong with their head. But then again, what sane person would become an Artisan...
Within absolute nothingness, Ji Jue could feel his consciousness gradually dissipating and vanishing, just as he had wished.
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.
He embraced death.
The world seemed to die along with him, twisting, collapsing, vanishing...
I think, therefore I am. The moment 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 fell silent.
When my consciousness dissipates, what meaning does this world still hold for me?
This was the final method—his only reliance.
When perception was deeply trapped in illusion, when consciousness was shrouded by hallucinations, this was the most thorough [Rejection] and [Denial] the self could choose—through an unlimited approach toward death, achieving an alternative form of "Nirvana."
No thought arose; no notion 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 illusions would lose any ground to stand on and vanish along with it.
Like savoring sweetness while drinking poisoned wine, he killed both the dream and himself.
The only