"From my perspective, you are still painters, but painters with self-awareness."
"But you should know, only by adding the finishing touch to a dragon can you create a soul. You are nothing but imitations with pseudo-human consciousness crammed inside."
"You are a group of fakes. To truly come alive, you must die and live a second life."
The crowd's faces turned deathly pale.
Only by truly dying once and self-awakening can one be considered a living being!
The painter cleverly stuffed them with pseudo-human consciousness, merely a production line of false awakenings.
"I understand," said Emperor Jiushui calmly, "In that case, I'll die once."
"Are you certain?"
The painter's voice was cold and merciless, "You are not Emperor Jiushui's main body, you don't have his ability to resurrect infinitely. The chance of awakening completely after death is less than one in a thousand."
"I am certain," said Emperor Jiushui.
"Then I'll give it a try too."
