The Mortal Realm was like the Great Dao; all living beings were passing guests.
The Mortal World was like an inn on a journey against the current; who was not a traveler?
The cycle of life and death in the Book of Life and Death seemed merely a scroll chronicling passing years, recording the lifelong journey of every traveler in the world.
But... even the Great Dao had its end, and so it was for all living beings.
Just as every meeting ended in parting, every life, too, had its end.
The cycle of life and death had left a bold, richly inked beginning upon Great Peng, and a quiet, drifting end.
There was nothing worth grieving over. Such was the world.
Yet... Su Jingyan sank into confusion, seemingly unsure whether what he did held any meaning at all.
Perhaps it was something to be thankful for that all things came to an end.
There was not so much sorrow to speak of in the affairs of this world. Some searched and searched, hoping to see someone from their past; others busied themselves amid the vastness, seeking their way home.
If a journey had no destination, the journey itself lost its meaning.
"Everyone in this world must eventually perish, and the meaning of reincarnation seemingly lies in more than allowing the insights gained along the way to continue."
"Rather, it allows the scenery along that journey to flow into the Long River, with all cares laid to rest!"
"After forgetting comes another life. Reincarnation should be the same."
Su Jingyan had never known whether everything he did truly had meaning...
To let the world reincarnate, to let its people reincarnate.
Did that indelible eternal existence truly need to exist?
And at this moment, Su Jingyan seemed to finally understand...
Reincarnation