Above the void, there was no Chaos, only endless nothingness.
All things came into being, from nothing to something, from life to death.
Even those who escaped the cycle of life and death could not escape the cycle of existence and nonexistence.
Everything represented a cycle of Reincarnation.
Often, when one believed oneself beyond Reincarnation, one never considered that one had merely entered an even greater cycle.
Death quietly watched Ouyang, imprisoned within a tiny cube.
Amid infinite nothingness, that tiny cube was like a grain of sand in the ocean.
It seemed that, in the next second, endless nothingness would swallow that tiny cube.
Karma, Reincarnation, fate.
At their utmost profundity, they could be summed up simply as a circle.
We spent our entire lives doing no more than coming into this world naked and, in the end, leaving it naked.
It held little significance for the course of the world as a whole.
Meaning was the name we gave to the traces we left within this cycle.
Struggling within Reincarnation was, in truth, more like struggling to escape one's own fate.
As the endpoint of all things, Death knew with greater certainty than anyone that everything Ouyang did, everything Life did,
was merely to give meaning to the span of time in which he existed.
For the world as a whole, viewed on an immensely vast scale, it was all the same.
The final result was nothing more than a tiny glass marble, a tiny cube!
A faint sigh escaped Death's lips. He seemed to understand a little why Life had been so determined to save the world.
And why Ouyang had been so determined to save his junior brothers and sisters.
Though they knew full well that their own fate could not be broken, they still wanted