Where is this going, am I really going to be cast into reincarnation?
The golden lion clawed desperately at the void, trying to tear it apart, but it was futile. It couldn't stop or escape.
"Stop for me!" it roared, for it understood the Ancient Monk Lineage, which made it even more fearful, truly afraid of reincarnation.
At that time, would it still be itself? It had heard some notions from its ancestors about the Sixteen-foot Golden Body Monk King, where after reincarnation, one would be isolated from their past life and forget everything.
That would be equivalent to annihilation, a complete farewell to the past, forgetting everything. In a certain sense, it would not be itself, akin to a new life form.
"No, stop!" the golden lion roared.
Because, if that's all there was to it, it would be one thing. The key issue was that this so-called reincarnation was still evolving and hadn't been successful yet.
Being sent to reincarnation could very likely mean death!
