Thousand Changes, Ten Thousand Transformations

In the quiet chamber, Zhao Cheng's mind sank into its deepest state of stillness. His senses spread out completely, yet his intent turned inward, searching within.

Zhao Cheng had already realized that the so-called ninth sense was a reflection from without to within. The myriad phenomena of the world were reflected into the heart, and only then could one search inward and reach the source.

Otherwise, Heaven and earth were so vast that even if his spiritual power were a hundred billion times stronger, he could never glimpse the source within the boundless greater world.

Only within one's own mind could one be the absolute master of oneself.

From this perspective, everything was undoubtedly far clearer.

At this moment, within Zhao Cheng's perception, Li Nishang appeared dead, yet in truth, a single thought within her remained unextinguished. That thought was the key to reversing life and death, to reincarnation and nirvana. If she succeeded, not only could her body-spirit be revived, but her spiritual cultivation would surely rise another step as well. She might even comprehend a few mysteries of the ninth sense.

Though Saints transcended life and death, they were, in truth, still alive. Yet Li Nishang had chosen to truly die.

Had it been someone else—even an ordinary Mythology—they would have been dead beyond all doubt by now. Yet within Li Nishang, a spark of spirit remained unclouded.

That spark was incomparably faint. Had Zhao Cheng not reflected upon it with a portion of his ninth-sense realm, he might not have noticed it at all.

Clearly, Li Nishang had possessed some confidence in taking this step. In the unseen depths, she had comprehended quite a few things.

Yet life and death, reincarnation and nirvana, were not so easily grasped. But then, how could there be so many matters