The wind ceased, and the snow stopped.
The ownerless Mei Ziyu ended its Heavenly Unravel and, twirling down from midair, planted itself into the nearby earth.
"Whimper..."
The sword trembled and emitted a low whine, as if it were crying.
Feng Zhongzui watched as Elder Gu's body visibly aged at an exaggerated pace and silently shifted the Dao Imparting Mirror to focus elsewhere.
Mei Siren still held Gu Yu, yet felt the weight in his arms growing lighter by the moment.
Soon even his chin began to quiver lightly, and after a long period of hesitation and struggle, he looked up towards Xu Xiaoshou:
"Life Upanishad, can it save him?"
Through Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, the life diagram of Elder Gu withered and dissolved, fading away with the faintness of his spirit's aura.
This was an irreversible process.
The Life Upanishad might let one comprehend life, yet it is not about forcibly changing life.
