"This is the Seventh Epoch..."
One of the light beings seemed to have discerned something, and its thoughts surged wildly.
In terms of sheer scale, these light beings had not truly reached the realm of Eternity. They stood above Immortality yet below Eternity, but their power was sufficiently condensed—condensed to the point that, once unleashed, it could pierce through Eternity itself.
Ordinary Eternal powerhouses were simply no match for them.
Yet now, upon seeing the light of the mind erupt as the driver returned to its proper place, even with the strength of their wills, they could not help but be shaken by towering waves of shock.
Before reincarnation, there existed "Epochs." An Epoch was not an era, nor merely some ancient stretch of time, much less a measure of temporal length. It was an inconceivable and almost indescribable miraculous manifestation.
Reality yet not reality, imagination yet not imagination; neither yet also neither, no yet also no. Some claimed that the birth of an Epoch was the ripple produced when a transcendent being achieved attainment. Others said that an Epoch was some kind of hollow, delusive recollection.
But without question, throughout the vast ancient history, the existence of Epochs carried incomparably profound implications.
Of the Epochs currently known, there were only four: the First Epoch, the Fifth Epoch, the Seventh Epoch, and the Thirteenth Epoch.
Among them, the Seventh Epoch had given rise to a "Calamity of the Heart."
A great rampage, a great madness, belonging to the power of the mind!
Even light beings as powerful as these knew only fragments about Epochs, and nothing more.
But one thing was beyond doubt: anything connected to an Epoch carried great terror, and at the same time, great might!
As the light beings' thoughts trembled madly, Zhao Xiaoxiang's unrestrained voice of