In a corner.
A dark shadow kept coughing incessantly.
Amid the bubbles of cough, there seemed to be specks of blood.
"Reincarnation... what exactly is missing?"
San Sheng was puzzled.
With his Talent, even the Heavenly Emperor was far inferior to him.
The closer he got to reincarnation, the more he felt that he was further away from it.
Even if the Sword of Oblivion were successfully forged, presumably, reincarnation would still be out of reach.
"San Sheng, the reincarnation you pursue is different from what we conceive; it is a dead end.
It's better to change… Jing."
The voice within the Jade Slip had been silent for many years, but finally, a sliver of a message was conveyed.
"Jing" was dead.
Jing's Dao was still there, only not complete.
Thus, "Jing" thought that San Sheng could walk His Dao and find the true "Jing."
All things are silent, yet I am not.
San Sheng furrowed his brows and waved his hand: "After already dying, why are there so many echoes remaining?"