Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 50

The most sacred day of our lives is the day we die. This is the last holy, great, transforming day. Have you given any serious thought to this solemn, final, final moment of our time on earth?

There once was a man who was a so-called strict believer; God's word was simply law to him; he was a zealous servant of a zealous God. Death stood beside him now; Death had a solemn and holy face.

"Now the time has come, please come with me!" Death said, touching his feet with cold fingers. His feet immediately became cold. Death touched his forehead, and then his heart. His heart exploded, and his soul flew away with death.

But a few seconds ago, when death was spreading from his feet to his forehead and heart, all that the dying man had experienced and done in his life came over him like a huge, heavy wave.

In this way, a person can see the bottomless abyss in a moment, and recognize the vast avenue in a moment of thought. In this way, a person can comprehensively see countless stars in an instant and identify various spheres and worlds in space.