There were no enemies within—or rather, there were no enemies within the Three Life-Taking Gates.
Your greatest enemy was yourself.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death were part of the natural order.
Birth was what everyone was experiencing now.
As for aging, sickness, and death, those were what you would experience in the future.
At this moment, this heaven and earth had merely brought birth, aging, sickness, and death forward in time.
After Xu Zimo entered, the power of birth, aging, sickness, and death began to gather around him.
Among them, aging represented the passing of life.
Like a flower reaching the end of its life.
It was a process.
Humans moved from birth toward death,
From youth toward old age.
This process was irreversible. Once old age descended upon Xu Zimo,
The second gate—sickness—began to descend as well.
No one could go through an entire lifetime without illness or disaster.
Falling ill was also part of the natural order.
Great illnesses and minor ailments alike were all suffering.
At this moment, the nature of sickness was infinitely magnified here.
Xu Zimo felt as though he were terminally ill. All kinds of diseases came rushing toward him, shrouding him within.
Once birth, aging, and sickness had gathered, death came next.
Death fell from the heavens.
It was as though, in the unseen, your lifespan had been stripped away.
Xu Zimo felt himself entering a countdown to death.
Yet he was not panicked in the slightest. He even felt like laughing.
Though birth, aging, sickness, and death were the norm,
What kind of person was he?
He was an existence who had comprehended the Dao, one who had long since transcended life and death.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that when Xu Zimo fought against the heavens, what he