He definitely didn't want to die here, he hadn't yet sought the path to immortality, he hadn't yet indulged in the splendor of the human world. Even though he knew that many people would die with him, he still didn't want to die! What Evil Cultivator would wish for death? If they wanted to die, they wouldn't become Evil Cultivators!
"Mommy... up in the sky, what is that thing?" A naive child, pointing at the giant insect that was plummeting from the sky, asked curiously, "Why is it so huge? Did a cloud fall down from the sky?"
The child's mother... by now, had already been scared stiff, squatting on the ground, weakened at the knees. Her voice quivered and trembled as she responded, "Silly child, that's not a cloud falling, that's... that's a monster!"