"It truly feels like it's been a very, very long time..."
There was no melancholy in his repeated words, only the calm that came after weathering countless trials, as though those hundred lifetimes of rise and fall had truly exhausted endless ages.
After that ancient voice fell silent, the profound, indelible vicissitudes in Xiao Ling's black eyes began to slowly withdraw.
It did not recede as hurriedly as a tide. Instead, it was as natural as spring rain sinking into the earth, gradually permeating every part of his body before finally settling deep within his soul, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
When one looked into his eyes now, they remained deep, yet they had regained some of a young man's clarity. Only the occasional flicker of gentleness and lucidity in their depths revealed that the experience of reincarnation had not vanished. It had become the most precious nourishment, quietly allowing him to undergo a complete transformation.
As the vicissitudes deep within his soul completely withdrew, Xiao Ling slowly raised his head and exhaled a long breath of emerald-green gas filled with pure life energy.
The gas dispersed at the slightest breeze, turning into specks of fluorescence that merged with the surrounding space. Entwining with the life radiance of the Bodhi Ancient Tree, it gave off a refreshing, soothing aura.
His fingertips unconsciously brushed the soft black hair of the beauty beside him. The touch was still as warm and silky as he remembered. That subtle sensation was like a warm current, completely dispelling the faint estrangement left behind by reincarnation and allowing him to feel the reality before him more clearly.
To the outside world, it had seemed like no more than a month, but for him, it had truly been a hundred lifetimes of turmoil.
Each of those