To sever the corpse of the attached self was to taste the Dao of freedom.
It meant relinquishing every attachment, abandoning everything one had once pursued. Only the person involved could know how difficult that was.
Only by truly trying could one understand how difficult it was to let go, to give things up.
Wu Chu did not know how Taiyi and his brother had managed to let go of their obsession with unifying all races and attaining the Dao through borrowed qi. It concerned their path to enlightenment, something they had pursued all along, and it would inevitably become an obsession they found difficult to abandon.
Just as he found it difficult to cast everything aside and roam freely alone.
He wanted too many things: peace in the Primordial World, safety for his loved ones, no war between the Witches and Demons, Houtu not transforming into reincarnation, attaining the Dao and becoming a saint, and finding the world he had once known.
The more one sought, the deeper one's obsessions became. The stronger the body of the attached self, the harder it was to sever.
They had tangled with one another for dozens of yuanhui, passing through countless illusions and dreams, even restarting life after life within those illusions and dreams. Yet every time he reached the middle of a life, he would awaken from it.
He had even suspected that a heart demon had already entered his body.
But in the end, he had successfully severed those obsessions.
It could be said that severing the body of the attached self was surely the dividing line of the quasi-saint realm.
It was the true marker separating strength and cultivation levels.
Only after severing the body of the attached self in a single stroke could one qualify to glimpse that