A Dream of Three Thousand Years-How Much Gold Had Been Lost!

In a corner.

The shadow kept coughing.

There seemed to be bloody froth in the bubbles it coughed out.

"Reincarnation... what exactly am I missing?"

San Sheng did not understand.

With his talent, even the Heavenly Emperor was far inferior to him.

The closer he came to reincarnation, the more he felt that he was farther away from it.

Even if the Forgetfulness Sword were successfully forged, reincarnation would likely still remain beyond his reach.

"San Sheng, the reincarnation you seek differs from the reincarnation we envision. This is a dead end.

"You might as well choose... Stillness."

Stillness within the jade slip had remained silent for many years, finally managing to send out a wisp of a message.

"Stillness" was dead.

Stillness's Dao remained, but it was incomplete.

Thus, "Stillness" hoped that San Sheng could walk its Dao and achieve true "Stillness."

All things were still, yet I was not.

San Sheng frowned and waved his hand. "You're already dead, yet you still have so many echoes?"

The jade slip immediately fell silent.

The Dao San Sheng pursued was reincarnation.

As for "Stillness," it could freeze all things and hold them in whatever state he wished for. It was not what San Sheng sought.

"What exactly am I missing... to achieve reincarnation?"

San Sheng muttered. Then, he began coughing violently again, coughing up a large pool of bloody froth.

The power of Return to Nothingness was still corroding him. At present, he was incomparably weak.

Suddenly, San Sheng raised his head, and the black robe draped over him trembled.

"You've come?"

Not far ahead stood a young woman holding a Blood-colored Longsword.

The woman's expression was frosty, her gaze grave.

Even though the shadow was now incomparably weak, she treated him with utmost seriousness.

After all, one careless step