"You will not die a good death!"
"Though I die, I am still bathed in the glory of God. And you shall suffer endless curses and torment."
His soul grasped in the palm, the bald monk still spoke insolently, shouting and bellowing.
For these mentally distorted cultists, death was not something to be feared. Especially the doctrines of the Secret Shrine Temple, which state that upon death, one transforms into the omnipresent Qi and returns to the embrace of the deities. In their eyes, death was not an end but the beginning of a new life.
"The glory of God? Ha, no. For soon you will abandon the god you worship. You will believe in a new god!"
Smiling as he gazed at the bald monk's soul, Qi Xiu sent it into the Ancestral Aperture in his forehead with a single thought.
"Nonsense! I could never abandon my god. A new god? Who is that new god!"
His words dripped with sarcasm and contempt; the bald monk was utterly confident and steadfast in his faith.
"Who?"
"Me!"
