He smiled miserably, and that laughter spread throughout the three realms, full of endless ridicule and compassion.
"So... Is this an immortal?"
(He understood that becoming an immortal means becoming a ripe 'fruit', waiting to be harvested.)
"Sad... Sad!"
(This sound is for all living beings, for my comrades in arms, and for myself, who has been calculating for thousands of years but has finally come to nothing.)
