Even after killing Xue Tu and saving himself from having to defeat a hundred others, Tianming still felt a little bad. He was feeling melancholy for the people of the Seventh Sun, a world he had no idea about. The cruelty of the natural struggle for survival in the universe made it so that even death wasn't the worst fate that could befall people. The existence of a process that allowed one lifeform to absorb and assimilate the body and soul of others into the bodies of their hated nemeses was one such horrifying example. The two shoulder-heads' worship for their master was really...