The gathering of the sense of death is not simple, and the time required is far less than the eighty-one days Jiang Yuan planned.

The insectoids drawn in by the sense of death had long since turned into a purgatory. This was not his power, but rather something left behind by the God of Death. These insectoids used their own deaths to forge an insect prison for him, which was the key to his understanding of the sense of death.

On the hundredth day, Liu Zhaodi had already refined several kinds of perfect, god-level pills, but Jiang Yuan was still struggling to find the sense of death.

A thousand years of enlightenment, a single moment of sudden awakening. This is not a legend. Jiang Yuan is now facing such a dilemma. He had truly grasped the meaning of life and death in a specific time and place before, but now that he is here, he no longer has that feeling.

"Hey, is it because of my good looks that you're bothered?" Liu Zhaodi asked listlessly, resting her chin on her hand.

She had finished refining the elixir, and now all she could do was stare blankly at the person in front of her. However, even while she was in a daze, Liu Zhaodi still felt very happy, since the two of them rarely had such a long time together.

"Wrapped in a big cotton-padded coat, dressed like a ball, do you think a ball could possibly reveal its beauty?" Jiang Yuan was annoyed, but he wasn't in a hurry. The more you rush things, the less likely you are to succeed.

"This is the Arctic, it's almost absolute zero, are you expecting me to go bare-legged?! You're really heartless." Liu Zhaodi threw a punch, but Jiang Yuan was just a phantom, and her fist passed right through him.

"Right, is it because I'm not naked that I can't sense the feeling of death?" Jiang Yuan suddenly asked.

"Don't do anything reckless. You're just a soul right now, and I don't want to play virtual games with you," Liu Zhaodi said half-jokingly.

However, Jiang Yuan's attention was no longer on this; he knew why he couldn't sense the feeling of death.

He thought too much, his mind was filled with too many things, and he couldn't achieve a pure understanding of life and death. Because of this, even though he had already reached his destination, he was always just one step away from the finish line.

"Jingjie, get out!"

"Talent, get out!"

Jiang Yuan was in the Chaos Book of Life and Death, so he could be said to be in control of everything. Therefore, he kept throwing out his things, which could also be called distracting thoughts. These were all distracting thoughts that he had while trying to comprehend the feeling of death.

"..."

"Eternity, get out of here too."

After throwing away the last item, Jiang Yuan said with a dazed smile, "Beautiful lady, could you please leave too?"

Before Liu Zhaodi could react, Jiang Yuan grabbed her by the collar and threw her out of the Lucky Space.

"Jiang Yuan, you son of a bitch!"

Liu Zhaodi, who was thrown out, could only vent her anger by cursing. What kind of thing was this? Being thrown out by her own man on her own turf.

"You bastard, you dare to embarrass me? Wait till you come out and I'll beat you to death!" Liu Zhaodi practically gritted her teeth as she said this.

But Jiang Yuan could no longer hear those words; he was now completely immersed in the ocean of life and death.

The feeling of death is the sense of life's end, the sense of endless silence, and the sense of an unreachable other shore.

"Death is alone!"

Jiang Yuan stared blankly, muttering to himself. He saw the Grim Reaper he once knew.

He was a god who had destroyed everyone. He had no friends, no lovers, no family, and even all the living beings in his world were destroyed in the universe, leaving only him.

He is Death.

When there are no more attachments in life, the only path left is death.

Only by constantly living with death can one truly understand the endless loneliness it brings.

However, this is Death, and yet it is not Death.

Because only at the very end did Death realize that this was not what he wanted; Death is not the only path.

At the end of death lies new life. And at the end of death lies reincarnation.

This is the restoration of order, the rebirth of death.

Is a death god who doesn't understand life even a death god?

The Grim Reaper who doesn't understand reincarnation is merely the Grim Reaper of the dead, not the Grim Reaper of the universe.

"grim Reaper!"

Jiang Yuan gazed at the Insect Prison, as if he could see the ever-increasing number of undead in the cycle of reincarnation.

He understands death, but not new life.

He is the Grim Reaper, but not reincarnation.

"If hell is not empty, Death will not emerge. If reincarnation ceases, Death will not..."

Jiang Yuan's blank gaze gradually brightened, and a sense of awareness descended upon his body.

"Is this the feeling of death?"

The insect prison transformed into green specks of light, which then gradually attached themselves to Jiang Yuan's illusory image.

“Death is not just about bringing death. It also brings life.” Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand, and tiny specks of light fell into his palm. They were wriggling larvae. He seemed to understand something and said, “Death is a cycle.”

As these words were spoken, the entire Arctic burst forth with vitality—a vitality entirely different from that of death.

It is unimaginable that such energy was released by a god who brings death.

"The feeling of death is also the feeling of reincarnation!"

Jiang Yuan spread his arms, and his body slowly condensed, while the green light spots adorned the world of reincarnation, becoming a part of it.

Reincarnation brought life for the first time.

After experiencing the sense of death, he will perform rituals to guide all the dead souls within his perception, and the number of the Mark of the Dead will enter a phase of massive explosion.

"Buzz!"

In the Arctic, the waves surge and countless ice veins hidden deep in the sea break through the ocean, a testament to the power of destiny.

"What a heartless bastard!"

Upon seeing this, Liu Zhaodi couldn't help but mutter a curse. This guy had only been kicked out of the party for a few minutes, yet he had actually grasped the feeling of death. Liu Zhaodi even wondered if her beauty had influenced Jiang Yuan.

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