A violent tremor shook the Spirit Realm, and all the teachers and students present felt an oppressive aura continuously being released from the Artifact Spirit.
At the same time, the Artifact Spirit's voice seemed to overlap hundreds or thousands of times, layer by layer ringing in everyone's ears, hearts, and minds, as if a giant stone had been thrown into a pond, stirring up great waves in the lake of their minds.
"What joy is there in life? What sorrow is there in death?"
"Exhaust the remnants of the body, reincarnation anew."
"Today I sever the path of dust and immortality, becoming a free dragon in the clouds..."
Then the Artifact Spirit muttered, "You struggle bitterly in this world every day, just for the small benefits trickling through the fingers of the Immortals. A hundred, a thousand years of arduous cultivation, only to transform into a wisp of residual soul, joy and sorrow, all returning to dust and soil."
