The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

The bronze mirror in Zhuo Zhao's hand trembled slightly.

Hai Shan continued, "They have become part of the story. Destroying this history is tantamount to destroying the past that carries their spirits."

“Pan Nanjun, Suiyuan, Bailiyuan, Huang”.

"None of them will come back."

The water surface fell into a deathly silence.

The four dolls are still struggling desperately.

Huang kept pointing at the bronze mirror.

Baili Yuan nodded as well.

They wanted her to do it.

As long as Zhuo Zhao kills Hai Shan, at least the Myriad Corpse Immortals in reality can survive. Even if they lose six lifetimes and five incarnations, it's better than everyone being refined into magical artifacts by Hai Shan along with their past.

The reason is very simple.

The choice seems to require no hesitation at all.

As Zhuo Zhao looked at those four familiar faces, his fingers still tightened uncontrollably.

Hai Shan didn't urge him.

He simply waited quietly.

This is the real final stage of the whole story.

All the previous deaths, all the outcomes, and all the judgments that seemed to be made by Zhuo Zhao herself were pushing her toward the same choice.

Treat the other six lifetimes and five incarnations as a price to be sacrificed.

Treat yourself as the only "me" who must reach the destination.

As long as Zhuo Zhao makes this choice.

She would then personally deny the most important statement about the concept of non-self.

[All of this is me.]

What Hai Shan wanted was never to kill Zhuo Zhao.

Instead, we should let her admit it herself.

Other people are not me.

Things that can be sacrificed just for victory.

But Zhuo Zhao, who was in the story, was unaware of these things.

She only saw Haishan awakening, the last leaf of Wanye about to extinguish, and Bailiyuan and Huang urging her to take action.

There is no time.

If we hesitate any longer, all the sacrifices will be in vain.

Zhuo Zhao gritted his teeth.

"sorry."

She poured all her magical power into the All-Encompassing Order.

Golden light pierced through the water's surface.

The light didn't strike Haishan; instead, it spread rapidly along the roots of the entire fabricated history.

Ships, rivers, the myriad practices of Dharma, and even the bodies of the three True Immortals all began to collapse simultaneously.

The four dolls also cracked open in the light.

Pan Nanjun was the first to turn to ashes.

Next comes the year.

Baili Yuan still maintained that expression that looked like he wanted to curse, but his body began to disappear little by little from the top of his head.

The last piece of the desolation shattered.

He kept watching Zhuo Zhao until he completely disappeared.

Zhuo Zhao didn't know whether that look was blaming her or telling her she was right.

She will never know.

Hai Shan's body also disintegrated in the golden light.

As Zhuo Zhao watched him gradually disappear, he felt no joy of victory, only a suffocating emptiness.

"I won."

She seemed to be convincing herself.

"At least Wanye is still alive."

Only a pair of heterochromatic eyes remained suspended in the light.

"is it?"

He asked softly.

"But you just proved it with your own hands."

"They are not you."

Zhuo Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

The concept of non-self completely loses its support at this moment.

The connection between their primordial spirits, which should have been linked across six lifetimes and five worlds, was severed as if by a sharp blade.

Pan Nanjun, Suiyuan, Bailiyuan, and Huang have disappeared, and Zhuo Zhao, in order to kill Haishan, personally denied their identity with him.

The statement "[All of us are me]" is no longer valid.

So what's left is...

[This is not me either.]

Zhuo Zhao lowered his head.

Her hands were rapidly shrinking, her skin was becoming smooth and stiff, and her long white hair was solidifying into strands that could not move.

She is turning into a doll.

"You lied to me..."

Zhuo Zhao finally understood.

Hai Shan has never lied.

Killing him would indeed destroy this false history.

The other six lifetimes and five incarnations will indeed disappear along with them.

He just didn't tell Zhuo Zhao.

When Zhuo Zhao personally chose to sacrifice others, she herself was no longer a member of the six lifetimes and five worlds.

No longer belonging to Wanye.

And they will become the last characters left in this history.

This role belongs to Hai Shan.

"The story is over."

Hai Shan's voice came from all directions.

Zhuo Zhao's field of vision gradually decreased.

In the end, she completely transformed into a white-haired doll and fell into a warm palm.

next moment.

Consciousness is chaotic and empty.

thirsty.

So thirsty.

Zhuo Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

This time, what came into view was not the ship's cabin.

Instead, it was a dark and damp graveyard.

She looked down at her body.

The skin is warm.

The heart is beating.

The blood flowing in the veins is no longer the true blood of all trades, but the bright red blood of living people.

In the distance, a group of three-eyed zombies raised their weapons and pointed them at her in terror.

"Nirvana!"

"They are Nirvana beings sent by the Three True Immortals!"

Zhuo Zhao stood there, stunned.

New memories belonging to this world are flooding into her mind from all directions.

She is a Nirvana.

They are the loyal henchmen of the three immortal masters.

She came here to annihilate the Wanye Dharma Sect and seize the primordial spirits of all the living corpses.

And in the deepest part of memory.

A gentle voice spoke to her.

Go ahead.