“I… find myself convinced.” A trace of dejection appeared on Lu Shenhou’s face. “We are all part of life, so why do we seek to set ourselves apart from others and look down on them?

“We would then find ourselves completely isolated at the end of everything. What a lonely existence,” he sighed, “I finally understand Xuan Yuan, Ling Weiyang, and Bai Qiaoju, and why they did what they did. They too viewed themselves as part of the greater circle of life.”

Qing Yu looked at Lu Yun, who remained silent.

“My name is Zhi Guangji,” he suddenly voiced his real name. “I am already dead, but became an akasha ghost because I nursed great resentment.”

Lu Yun’s heart skipped a beat. An akasha ghost!

Those entities had weighed heavily on his heart for a very long time, and now Lu Shenhou—er,...