Chapter 1201: A Thorough End
Time passed, and the years slipped away.
In those fleeting, rapid years, all those people grew old, creeping little by little toward the end of their lives.
At fifty, a man knew the decrees of Heaven. Past confusions and fantasies of immortality had slowly dissipated by now, and gradually, a man like Zhao Wuji came to understand what life and death truly meant.
To sum it up in a single sentence: it was nothing at all.
He accepted life and death.
And so, on a night when the autumn wind rustled and heavy rain began to fall, he departed the mortal realm with a sense of release.
He set foot upon the obscure road to the Yellow Springs.
Zhao Wuji arrived in the midst of the Sand Sea. Facing the vast emptiness before him, he walked forward until the sound of flowing water reached his ears. A hall and a long bridge appeared in his vision.
"Legend says that when a person dies and enters the Underworld, they see eight hundred miles of yellow sand, are granted a bowl of Meng Po Soup to forget their mortal past, step onto the Bridge of Naihe, face their three lifetimes, and enter Reincarnation..."