There are dead spirits in the world, and the dead spirits do not have the fire of life, but they have consciousness.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen seemed to understand the true meaning of life and death.

In the past, his understanding of life was too narrow, and he always felt that only races with the fire of life could be considered to have life.

But, in this world, mountains, water, wind and electricity, do not have life?

The corpse tribe, the ghost tribe, and the bone tribe also have life. Isn’t it the prejudice of other races to treat them as necromancers? If there are such prejudice, they all regard the other party as an alien, and living creatures and necromancers will inevitably be incompatible.

Life and death are like yang and yin. They should be repeated and are the biggest cycle between heaven and earth, rather than hostile sides.

Only when the yin and yang cycle can heaven and earth be eternal.

If life and death collide, the world will inevitably be ruined.

When Zhang Ruochen suddenly woke up, he found that the first circle had been shrinking from a distance to his eyes, so close to him.

And his consciousness, which turned into billions of light spots, actually condensed together and turned into a human form.
Chapter completed!