A battle that could hardly be called a great war came to an end.
This world had only desperate survival, no immortality. Even with an infinite lifespan, other karmic ties would mark the length of one's conscious existence upon fate's wheel.
The river of time was like a ruler; there was nothing in existence it could not measure.
To fall into the supernatural—was it a form of immortality, or was it a seizure that stripped away one's nature, turning one into a walking corpse with a radically altered consciousness? No one could say for certain.
The price was too great: severing the cycle of Reincarnation merely to seek "immortality" in this life. In Qin He's eyes, it was hard to call that a worthwhile bargain.
Of course, that was only his own view—or rather, only the view he held in the prime of his life.
The fear of death was a creature's instinct.
Only when one's lifespan truly neared its end, when everything hinged on a single thought, could one understand their choice.
The Yellow Wind Monster gradually turned to ash amid the raging flames.
The majestic and towering Heavenly Palace was no more, smashed into rubble by a single shovel strike from Qin He during the battle.
The Rat Demon clan had nearly been wiped out, but they were fortunate. Huang Feng had personally sent them into the Reincarnation, allowing them to escape calamity.
At the final moment, Huang Feng regretted it, but everything was already beyond redemption.
Shadow Play confirmed everything Huang Feng had said. Tens of thousands of years ago, he had been an outstanding demon hero whose fearsome reputation shook the entire Western Regions, unmatched by any.
He had been a powerful existence at the half-step Saint realm, once sheltering the myriad races of the Western