Chapter 457: Director Wang
The Spiritual Realm quaked violently. Every teacher and student present felt an overwhelming pressure erupting from within the Artifact Spirit.
At the same time, the Artifact Spirit’s voice suddenly layered itself hundreds, thousands of times over, echoing in their ears, hearts, and minds. It rang out like a massive stone cast into a still pond, sending waves rippling through their inner worlds.
“What joy is there in life? What pain is there in death?”
“Burn away this withered shell, and be reborn in the cycle.”
“Today I sever my ties to the Immortal Path and leap to become a carefree dragon amid the clouds…”
The Artifact Spirit murmured, “You struggle so bitterly in this world each day, chasing after the tiny crumbs that fall from the Immortals’ fingers. After centuries, even millennia of cultivation, you still end up as nothing but a fragment of soul. Joy and sorrow, love and loss—all return to dust in the end.”
“What you do today is merely transforming yourselves into nourishment for the Immortals.”
“Why not return to the cycle now, be reborn, and start again?”
“Wouldn’t being reborn into a better life be worth more than centuries of painful toil?”