Seventh Master and the others were afraid I was heading down a road of no return.
Though ghosts had been human in life, those whose wronged souls refused to disperse all harbored resentment, so their mental states were unstable. They could lose control at any moment.
Right now, it was as though I was holding two bombs that could explode at any time.
Yet even so, I had never felt as at peace as I did now.
What I had just said to Xiuzhu and that Vengeful Spirit had moved them, but it had also helped me come to terms with many things.
When a person's life reached its end, they merely returned to the state they had been in before birth, and after reaching that state, they would be born again. Thus, every day we lived was actually a step toward death, and after death, we would return to the state before birth.
This was a cycle, merely a small cycle within the greater one.
At this point, life and death held little significance. Since neither mattered much, even if I were about to die, why dwell on dying at this moment?
Because over the long ages within the greater cycle, I would experience death countless times.
Since my heart was already at peace, why fear death's arrival?
Only now did I understand what the Patriarch's test for me truly was.
This test was not about solving a problem, nor about dealing with the ghosts that caused it, much less the people who caused it.
The Patriarch wanted me to understand what the Dao was, which Dao I should follow, and which Dao I should hold firmly to.
What, exactly, was the Dao?
Was the Dao Wuji, or Taiji, or was returning to Wuji the Dao?
Or was the