To be alone does not necessarily mean shedding all worldly attachments. Stepping into this mirror image, you could not bear to grant me even one lifetime of peace. He was Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor who stood high above, gazing down upon all living things. A single mistaken thought sent him tumbling back into reincarnation, where he struggled once more in a world of immortal cultivation, yet for him he gave up his chance to reclaim his place among the immortals. He was Jiang Chen, the Corpse Ancestor who looked down on the Six Realms, beyond defiance by anyone. A single mistaken thought led him into rebirth, where he endured hardship in a world of immortal cultivation, yet for him he fell into the primordial wilds, never to return to the Six Realms. How much worldly entanglement did these mistaken thoughts, these errors of judgment, bring about? Who was right and who was wrong? Perhaps it had long since become impossible to tell.
