"The disappearance of consciousness is a process," said Lü God, "The death of the flesh is the beginning, the dissipation of consciousness is the end. And when memories are completely forgotten by the world... that is true death. Before that, they will drift here."
Su Ming'an perceived the surging joys and sorrows around him, tasting the myriad flavors of life.
Suddenly, two consciousnesses resonated with his own, indicating that he knew them.
Su Ming'an paused, swam over, and saw two floating consciousnesses. By their appearance, they should be the dying consciousnesses of Bai Chun and Najasha. So, they failed to pass the last round of the game and were about to die.
"Do you want to save them?" asked Lü God.
"No." replied Su Ming'an.
"Oh? I heard you were a compassionate saint, but now it seems you have your considerations."
"Earlier, when I met Ming, he shot me with the Radiant Mother God's bow. Was it a true act or just a performance?"
