If my son and daughter-in-law died while giving birth, and if I also took over a soul and spirit of someone's grandchild, and because of my reincarnation, a thousand-year-old Pine Tree Immortal from Grandma's side was killed,
who could accept that?
That I am still alive, and wasn't killed immediately, I should already be grateful.
If it were me, I might have just brought down the blade and let nobody live.
Thinking of this, I patted the ground. There was something I couldn't quite understand, something I had overlooked before, and that was where my parents were.
My real parents died in a car accident, and most likely would either go to Wrongful Death City or go to Grandma's shrine to practice, but there were no signs of my parents' names at Grandma's shrine. When I was able to contact Black and White Impermanence, I still didn't get what was happening.