Death.
And the end of life.
To most beings, they sounded the same.
But the intent, the weight, the meaning behind them were fundamentally different.
Life and Death though the two sides of a coin, gave various experiences to the one experiencing it.
And in Cultivation World, sometimes even death may not be the end, but the start of a new beginning.
The battlefield was now drowned in dense, suffocating Death Qi.
It pressed down on everything – air, fallen energy, flesh, spirit, like an invisible hand closing around the throat.
Even demons.
Even devils.
No matter how they are, death was still something to be avoided.
And now.
They were facing it incarnate.
A Grim Reaper had descended.
Death Xuan.
He stood calmly amid the spreading darkness, clad in an all-black outfit – clearly borrowed from Number One, though altered just enough to feel personal.
The outfit fluttered slightly despite the absence of natural wind, its edges dissolving into misty shadows.
