"What?!"
This sudden turn of events stunned many. Whether the Royal Knights, the Divine Lords, or the two divine domains of the Evolution Sequence, all were slightly startled at this moment.
All they saw was Zhao Cheng swing his sword through empty air, after which the Justice Knight was killed. They could not see at all how he had died.
The mysteries of time undoubtedly surpassed these people's understanding. In the present world, perhaps only Zhao Cheng and the Imperial Lord knew such profundities. As for the Empress, though powerful, the anchors of her past and future no longer existed, leaving her without the chance to attain such great freedom.
The only issue was that sixty years of past and future was too brief, so it ultimately fell somewhat short.
At the same time, the other five Royal Knights abruptly came to their senses, each silently thinking how close it had been.
Casting a person's consciousness into time—such a divine power was simply inconceivable.
The most perilous aspect of this power was not anything else, but that the restarted past was not false. It was true rebirth. How many people in this world had no regrets? There were merely more or fewer of them. Indeed, the older one became, the more one yearned to return to the past.
For a person's experience constantly accumulated. They said that every setback made one wiser; the more one experienced, the stronger one became. And when one then looked back upon the past, it was only natural to think: if I could do it over, I would surely make everything perfect and leave not the slightest regret.
But sadly, time could not flow backward, nor could the years be chased down.
Too many people spent the finest years of their lives suffering losses, never