The beauty had passed away and was free from all troubles, but she left the living with endless sorrow.
Tang Zhen had experienced countless number of death scenes. However, at this moment, there was still a faint piercing pain in his heart.
It was obvious that cultivators were not heartless. It was just that they had not reached the point of sadness. Otherwise, even if their hearts were made of stone, there would be times when they would loosen up.
At this moment, Tang Zhen seemed to have seen his family and friends leaving one after another while he was helpless.
This terrible feeling almost drove him crazy.
Even if he became a creator and had the ability to create all things, he was still not omnipotent.
He was unable to resurrect his deceased loved ones. Even if he could create an identical life, it would be meaningless.
The truth was the truth, and the fake was the fake. He could lie to others but not himself.
