While on the verge of passing away while sitting cross-legged, Wang Siyuan's many karma threads had already dissipated along with his death, save for a small part that could be used to involve the time after death and the afterlife. Right before Meng Qi's eyes, the illusory starry night which was boundless around him suddenly disappeared. The sky which was full of bright star lines was gradually disconnecting, and the feeling of denseness was instantly open and clear.

The remaining small part of the karma threads turned into fragments as it extended outward. Among them were three threads that Meng Qi was most afraid of and did not dare to touch. One of it was dark red, thick and big; it was filled with a feeling of chaos and madness. It linked up Wang Siyuan's Dharmakaya and real spirit before flying into an unknown high area and squeezing itself into a strange mid-air with ever-changing clouds. Just by the mere sight of it was enough to make Meng Qi feel as if chills went spreading a