Chen Qing swung his sword, and the Red-clothed Daoist's head fell.
In his eyes, there was nothing but unwillingness left.
The Red-clothed Daoist's soul did not fly out, because when Chen Qing killed him, he obliterated his soul as well.
Chen Qing sheathed his sword, "This is true death."
"Even a soul still has the hope of revival."
"True death means the annihilation of the divine soul, the disappearance of everything!"
"There is no longer any chance!"
At this moment, the butterfly in Chen Qing's chest finally fluttered its wings, seemingly beating a little more violently.
Chen Qing finally gained some understanding.
Merely becoming a malicious ghost and losing the physical body to transform into a soul was not strictly true death.
Is life easy and death difficult?
Observing the birth of all things is not difficult, but now, observing the death of all things is entirely different.
Observing the birth of all things only requires a journey of ten thousand miles to achieve.
