Nan Wang sniffed and raised her head to look at Zhao Layue and Liu S sui. The pity in her eyes had turned back to indifference. "You don't need to pity him. Perhaps he thinks this is better. It saves him a great deal of trouble."
For instance, he didn't need to bathe, eat, or satisfy those desires of his. There were many things like that, but... how was that any different from being dead?
"The Zen Child also said that day that perhaps he simply couldn't bear to sever all of Jingyang's karma."
Nan Wang continued, "This body was his final connection to his previous life. His divine soul instinctively wanted to return, so naturally he didn't want to wake up over there."
Because he didn't want everything from his previous life to vanish like smoke and clouds, he couldn't wake up in this one?
However one heard it, this explanation seemed a little too abstruse. But the Zen Child had once discussed the Dao with True Person Jingyang for a hundred days and understood reincarnation better than anyone. His view ought to have been closest to the truth.
"But... he can't come back anymore," Liu S sui said sadly, looking at the stone couch.
The mortal remains on the stone couch were covered in wounds of varying depths. Steeped in immortal qi for years, they could no longer be restored.
"He hid this cave abode for so many years, which shows he never truly gave up hope. But he knew that one day he would inevitably face the final choice."
Nan Wang said, "That was why he left that black token, yet refused to hand it directly to us, insisting on passing it through the Xuantian Sect first..."
Choosing was the hardest thing. Even handing the right to