Upon seeing Bu Changning, who appeared ghostly, Chen Guan felt as if his mind had plunged into an endless abyss, continuously sinking downward.
All past events, all emotions, all sensations rushed by like a time tunnel.
People can live without emotions, but they cannot live without experiences, without feelings, without memories.
There is no such thing as being untainted by the mud of the world; every experience leaves its mark on one's body and memory, an indelible brand of life.
No matter how noble a soul, it requires the embrace of the flesh to exist.
Even the most beautiful woman harbors filth within her intestines.
No one can be utterly pure; as long as one lives in this world, the soul's journey inherently contains dark corners.
At this moment, Bu Changning was like a devil wandering through the city of spiritual time, seeking out the darkest corners of the heart, using the imprints of life to strike at the deepest soul.
