Some say that death is merely like a deep sleep.
After all, it's just a matter of opening and closing one's eyes; there isn't much difference.
If one were to delve deeper, then soul matters are inevitably drawn into the discussion.
If the death of the body is considered the first type of death, then the death of the soul would be the second.
The third type involves the disappearance of all marks a person leaves behind.
Only at that point does an individual truly die completely, like those ancient people who starved at the roadside, remembered by no one after thousands of years.
But that is still only a superficial interpretation of death.
Deeper still, for example:
Who was I before I was born?
Who will I be after I die?
Luo Xi's faint consciousness was wrapped around these questions.
The more he pondered, the more he felt an innate fear; perhaps humanity's superficial wisdom could never figure out a definitive answer, even if it reached the end of the universe?
