Where exactly does the soul go when a person dies.
Does it dissipate into heaven and earth, or does it go to the legendary hell of the underworld?
No one can give a definite answer, and certainly not many people like to explore this unsolved mystery.
And now, Qin Hai is forced to be in such a state.
It was a space that seemed to have no boundaries, no up and down, no east and west, no north and south, no light, no darkness, no time and space, as if everything was nothingness, and he was now in such a bizarre space.
There was no body, so he was drifting in and out.
He can perceive his own state, as if it were an invisible spiritual will, he can see his surroundings, but everything is nothingness.
Here is solitude and loneliness.
A depressing loneliness.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been here either, because the solitude and loneliness make him forget the time.
When time is forgotten because of loneliness, it is absolutely the most frightening.
“Ah!”
Qin Hai roared furiously.
But tragically he couldn’t even hear his own roar.
Unable to vent!
He kept on raging in this void, but it was all to no avail.
Gradually, he had become numb.
He kept thinking back on his whole life, he wanted to cry and laugh too, but he simply could not do it. When he controlled himself to cry, he could not feel the tears, he laughed, but he could not hear the sound. More than twenty years of memories went by in a walk of memory, and he did not know when, maybe in the next second, maybe in a hundred thousand years, he had started to forget something.
Forgetting his name, forgetting his age, forgetting the home where he lived, forgetting his friends, he had even begun to forget that he had once been a human being.
The nothingness around him was constantly a*similating him.
To integrate him completely into this bizarre space.
“Who am I?” He mused, “And what is this place, and why am I here.”
It was a very philosophical question.
But when one begins to forget that one can think about questions, then all is not philosophical.
His spiritual will begins to fade away, all instincts of the ability to think have been forgotten, and he cannot be recalling the past, like a stone.
Everything will return to chaos and nothingness.
Memories, thoughts, instincts, these conceptualisations begin to gradually dissipate.
The images are constantly being drawn away.
Yet when the abstraction reached a certain point, this void of space began to a*similate the deepest bit of his memory.
But the moment it touches.
This originally faded spiritual will suddenly trembled.
It was resistance, resistance from a bit of obsession.
All people have obsessions, small, perhaps disregardable, but they can change a person’s life.
Qin Hai’s obsession is simple.
So that his family can be safe and sound.
So he entered the world with this obsession, and the red dust was so vast that he did not care to see through the so-called falsehoods, let alone pursue the so-called Tai Shang Yi, he entered the path with his obsession, and his life was bound to be bloody, but he never regretted it.
But he has never regretted it. And this obsession is his heart of dao.
No one can change it!
Even this void of space!
One by one, voices and faces continued to emerge within his faded spiritual will.
Su Hanxia’s smile, his parents’ love and care, his sister’s leaning, etc., etc., that one person kept appearing and embellishing his spirit. This void wanted to annihilate them, but as he watched the images begin to shatter, this weak spiritual will trembled, and an emotion called anger burned.
He did not know what anger.
But the heart that was about to disperse communicated an instinct.
An instinct that could be resisted!
“Ah!”
A roar of rage resounded through the very void of space.
He heard it.
He also saw it, and this void of space began to tremble.
An image began to appear continuously in his spiritual will, from the moment of birth, all the way to the moment of death before that precipice.
“I am Qin Hai! I am Qin Dahai!”
The roar resounded through the degrees.
Spiritual will began to boil over and over, “Who dares to destroy me!”
Boom!
Invisible tremors instantly erupted, and this void space began to fragment, like a piece of gla*s, clattering and shattering down, the shattered space fragments discontentedly falling and finally disappearing, and when he was looking over, he saw light.
It was an azure space.
Beneath his feet was a vibrant island.
That is surrounded by even more oceanic seas.
The sun in the sky emitted a warm glow that nourished the soul, he felt his body slowly taking shape, and the moment he stepped onto the beach, he smiled.
“Not bad.”
A familiar and then unfamiliar voice rang out behind him.
Qin Hai turned around and saw a familiar man.
He was wearing a black brocade robe, his long hair was tied behind his head, his rich and handsome face carried a few smiles, his eyebrows were filled with the majesty of a dominating world, and his soulful eyes carried admiration and laughter, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
Many people, with just one glance, would have been able to see how proud he was in the world.
“Master.”
Qin Hai murmured.
How could he not be familiar with this figure?
When he was about to die at sea, it was this man who gave him hope to survive and gave him enough strength.
“Do you know what this place is?” Qin Huayang asked as he stepped forward.
He was clearly not very tall.
But Qin Hai always felt that he had to look up to see it.
Qin Hai swept his eyes around and said, “My mind?”
“Not bad.” Qin Huayang said, “Kid, you know what? I really want to smack you.”
The corners of Qin Hai’s mouth twitched.
Qin Huayang laughed, “From the moment you accepted my inheritance, your path should have been all in my arrangement, but it just so happens that you abandoned that double dragon play pearl’s qi from the start and instead chose to enter the world with your obsession, tsk, I feel rare to have lived this long.”
Qin Hai’s heart moved.
The qi of the Double Dragon Play Pearl?
It dawned on him that he knew that the qi of the Double Dragon Play Pearl was the qi of Tang Zhen’s Fairview Group.
He bristled and said, “How meaningless that would be.”
“Hey!”
Qin Huayang laughed and said, “You think it’s really that easy to enter the path with your obsession? Even the brave King Chu did not end up killing himself at the Wujiang River? If he had abandoned his obsession, it would have been a different story as to whether the world after Qin would be Xiang or Liu.”
Qin Hai was silent.
But his eyes grew more and more determined.
He was inclined to take the path that no one had taken to the end.
“It’s alright.” Qin Huayang said, “I don’t blame you either, it’s comforting to see you once.”
There was a pause.
He looked at Qin Hai and said in a deep voice, “Qin Hai, would you like to worship me as your master?”
Qin Hai took a step back and knelt down on both knees, “My disciple has met my master!”
Kneeling to a person as a master, I will not regret in this life.
