Chapter 105

Pain. Pain beyond the reach of language. It was not the cut of a blade, nor the burning of fire, nor the snapping of meridians inch by inch. It was a supreme agony... the very essence of existence being disassembled, interrogated, and stripped away. The cold Law of Nirvana, like countless invisible carving knives, precisely and brutally sliced deep into Chen Mo's soul, tearing away the countless illusory impurities that made up his "self"—those vague memory fragments, those romanticized emotions, those cognitive shells built upon fear and desire—stripping them away, thread by thread, and shattering them to nothing!