"True Spirit is unique, and I do not have a True Spirit. I am merely a memory body born of the doubts in your heart."
"In other words, I am you."
As he spoke, the figure of Fu Xi began to dissipate, but there was no trace of anxiety on his face; instead, he remained full of smiles.
"Now that your doubts have vanished, my mission is complete."
"Fu Xi, Tai Hao, they merely exist in one heart; ultimately, they are both you. Why forcefully distinguish between them and split a single being into two different entities?"
With these words, the gentle and urbane Fu Xi disappeared from Tai Hao's Sea of Consciousness.
Fu Xi, or rather Tai Hao, showed no emotional fluctuation as he watched this dissolution, his expression calm and gentle.
