Soul Devouring Beast Mark, A Hundred Boats Racing

The Dried Bone ferryman slowly rose from the sacrificial altar.

She seemed to gaze beyond the horizon, toward that place which could not be seen, could not be heard, and could not be reached. The scent of incense slowly emerged from her body.

The borrowed yin lifespan from the ghostly creatures was slowly dissipating, while she herself seemed to be beginning her revival.

Yet little by little, she grew increasingly confused, increasingly lost.

The vague sensation told her once again.

The Nether Emperor had revived.

But this time, the Nether Emperor was no longer E'huang.

The title Nether Emperor had always been understood to mean the same thing as Nether Phoenix.

Because in the beginning, the Nether Phoenix truly had been the Nether Emperor.

And the Nether Phoenix was E'huang.

E'huang lived and perished in endless cycles, only ever undergoing nirvana. She would never truly die; no matter how many times she underwent nirvana, the one who ultimately remained was always E'huang.

The Nether Emperor had always been that same one. The only difference was that each nirvana might bring the slightest change.

Ever since last time, she had felt that something was off, yet she could not put it into words or confirm it.

After so much time had passed, the Nether Emperor had finally revived completely.

No, it should not be called a revival. It should be said that a new Nether Emperor had appeared.

One entirely different from E'huang.

This was a change that had never occurred throughout all eternity.

She did not know whether it was good or bad. Nor could she stop or influence it. It had already become the tide of the age.

As the Dried Bone ferryman began to revive, other unknown changes were also silently taking place throughout heaven and earth.

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