This fellow had entered Beijia two hundred years ago. By then, Beijia had already been an established state for a long time, so he should have had some understanding of how things worked. He Lingchuan was in no particular hurry and circled back to the earlier topic, “So the nightmare qi you mentioned, can it also be understood as life itself?”0

“Nightmare qi is nightmare qi, and life is life. They overlap, but you absolutely can’t lump them together,” the mirror immediately corrected him. “You’re one life, and that old gatekeeper at Purple Bamboo Garden is also one life. In essence, there’s no real difference between the two. But nightmare qi is another matter entirely. Humans accumulate more and more nightmare qi as they grow from infancy into adulthood. Then, from adulthood into old age, that nightmare qi gradually dissipates, returning to heaven and earth, completing a cycle of coming from somewhere and going back there. So the nightmare qi you possess and what that gatekeeper has, whether in quality or quantity, are worlds apart!”0

He Lingchuan nodded thoughtfully. “I’m a cultivator.”0

“You’re a cultivator, so of course the amount of nightmare qi you command is greater and more abundant,” the mirror said...0