Chapter 498
He abandoned resistance, allowing those forces capable of destroying everything to surge into his broken body.
His Daoist Body was torn apart in an instant, worsening the destruction.
His Divine Soul wailed under the impact of the contradictory laws, overwhelmed.
Yet, his consciousness had never been clearer.
"Fire... you were right..."
"I shouldn't define them..."
"I should... become them..."
His Divine Soul ceased resisting and, like a sponge, began to passively absorb, feel, and remember every form of chaos, contradiction, and madness indiscriminately.
He felt the resolve as "water" transformed into "blade."
He felt the heat as "mountain" became "molten."
He felt the malice as "life" turned into "death."
He felt the distortion as "death" became "life."
...
Each sensation was an ultimate pain, a complete subversion of past cognizance.
But he bore it all.
