Fragmentation once more, reassembly once more.
He exists in every segment simultaneously, disintegrating into ashes yet simultaneously reborn anew.
Like the perpetually changing Ship of Theseus, amidst the endless cycle of life and death, the vicissitudes of time, it remains the same as ever.
But is this ember or Zhi Fu?
Am I ultimately...
— Is it [Existence], or [Non-existence]?
When the words from the Carrion Eater echoed once more from the depths of the soul, countless scattered fragments in the cycle quivered slightly, stirring a new resonance.
In the blackness of chaos, it was as if a dreamlike Flame Light arose, illuminating Ji Jue's eyes.
Ah, so it is...
BOOM!!!
The cycle came to an abrupt halt.
When at the center of doomsday on the altar, a craftsman bound by the principle of Sad Worker once again finished the final Creation, nothing was left in the dissipating flame.
No new Ji Jue emerged from it!
Replacement, terminated!
