What is real, and what is false?
The many worlds I've experienced.
Those vivid faces, those stories worthy of both song and tears.
Rivers, lakes, mountains, and the breeze.
Love, hate, passion, and obsession for longevity.
Heroes, cowards, saints, and sinners.
...
Are all these things, false?
At first, Qiao Sidao was somewhat bewildered.
He felt that if all the things in the world are just illusions, then what is the meaning of life for those deceived masses, their lives?
The Divine Skills and Treasures, the realms of cultivation they yearn for and pursue with ardor, all have to start over once space-time restarts.
The death they fear so much is no longer the end of life, but another beginning.
In this life, they may be intimate friends, but in the next, they become strangers.
How desolate is this?
During that confused time, Qiao Sidao seemed to have lost interest in anything.
Even out of despair, he began to actively propagate that the world is a falsehood.
