"The will of a world can only be snuffed out by the world itself."
Xie Yun spoke slowly.
"But I am human. I merely achieved Dao Union. At my core, I am still human. I have never cast aside my humanity."
Xie Yun suddenly grew agitated.
Perhaps it had been too long since he had spoken to anyone, or perhaps seeing a kindred soul like Lin Jun had unleashed too many pent-up feelings at once. Xie Yun began chattering without end.
Xie Yun's words were exceptionally disordered. Having gone so long without speaking, he had nearly forgotten his own language, and his overwhelming emotions made it impossible for him to express himself clearly.
But as Lin Jun slowly sorted through his words, he still found the reason for Xie Yun's demise.
It was very simple. Xie Yun had already said it before: he was human. Even after achieving Dao Union, he remained human; he merely possessed the world's Authority.
To be human was to have the seven emotions and six desires. To be human was to have feelings of one's own.
From the moment Xie Yun became the Heavenly Will, he had actually had the chance to cast away every trace of his humanity. But in the end, he had kept it.
"Can you imagine it? When I came to this world, I had never seen a single living creature here. It was like a human traveling back to prehistoric times. Can you understand that kind of loneliness?"
"I struggled desperately in this world. I discovered the world's secrets, discovered everything about cultivation, and even climbed step by step to that position, becoming the world's only one."
Xie Yun grew increasingly agitated.
"I did so much, suffered so much—for what? To leave this damned world! I wanted to go back.