"From what I can vaguely deduce, I seem to have gone from nothingness to existence, then from existence to nothingness, cycling endlessly, over and over... I am ill..."
When one's level of life was too high, looking down at those below, one always felt they were merely shadows imprinted between heaven and earth.
When needed, one could manifest them; when not, one could scatter them with a wave. Even Immortal Emperors could do this, let alone a man who stood above the Sacrificial Dao.
This was also why cultivators of lofty realms often grew indifferent. Just as mortals regarded ants, even if they trampled a whole swath to death in passing, who would lower their heads to look at the insects' corpses?
Jiang Zhu very much wanted to tell the Copper Coffin Master: You aren't ill. Your convictions are.
At his level, how could there be illness? His so-called illness arose entirely from his heart.
But the figure before him was merely a wisp of thought awakened by a sacrifice, not his true self. Even his own past was only conjecture to him; he did not know the details.
Even if Jiang Zhu said those words, they would accomplish little. The Copper Coffin Master's sickness of the heart was not something he could cure with a barrage of talk.
"I have long since grown weary. Seeing that you can purify my illness, I wished to ask you to help me find release." The Copper Coffin Master had no attachment to the present world and wanted only complete release.
"Senior, it isn't that I don't want to help you. I simply cannot do it yet." Jiang Zhu shook his head.
Completely refine the Source of the Strange? Even with his Ten Dao Fruits at the End of the Road and the