Chapter 1918: Infinite Reincarnation
Meng Chao was powerless to turn the tide.
He could only watch helplessly as the situation developed in the worst possible direction.
Dragon City Civilization and Turan Civilization knew each other far too well. They were like fellow disciples who had trained together for decades, each side exposing the other's every tactical and strategic move, every ingenious—even utterly deranged—scheme and plot before it could unfold.
This damned civil war had no chance of ending within a year or two.
Every member of both civilizations had prepared to fight until the end of the world.
The Holy Light Faction seized this opportunity and gained a once-in-a-thousand-years breathing space.
As they licked their wounds, recuperated, gradually recovered their strength, and, after painful reflection, tore down the old to build anew—using the advanced technology and arts of war flowing in from the Chaos Faction to continuously elevate their civilization—they would reappear on the horizon in a brand-new guise, clad in steel.
By then, the mutually devastated Dragon City Civilization and Turan Civilization would have long lost the strength to resist the Holy Light Army.
A future that had come infinitely close to victory thus fell short at the last step and faded into a bleak ending.
Returning to the depths of the sea of time, Meng Chao stared blankly at the "Crystal Flower Bud" swallowed by darkness before him, as though gazing into an unfathomably deep black mirror.
For an instant, he failed to recognize that the old man in the mirror was himself.
Only after looking more closely did he realize that his features and skin had not changed. Every cell in his body remained as full and vibrant as when he had first entered the sea of time.
What had changed was his gaze.
At this moment,