On the battlefield, King of Light gripped the Black Sword and walked upon the heavens.
Her speed seemed unhurried, one step at a time, yet in truth, she had already set foot upon reincarnation.
Reversing reincarnation was different from reincarnation that returned one to the past.
In reincarnation that returned one to the past, the present continued to unfold, while everything in the past had already been set in stone and could not be changed. It was merely fleeing into the past for refuge. Reversing reincarnation, however, returned everything to its starting point.
Even so, every step King of Light took remained arduous.
It was not because all living beings were so heavy. To a powerhouse like King of Light, one who had crossed reincarnation, even if she had only temporarily awakened, no matter how many living beings there were, they were merely a string of numbers in her mind.
Ten quadrillion was only a few bytes, not much different from a hundred million trillion trillion.
What was truly heavy was the karmic ties connected to Zhao Cheng that lay within all living beings.
Of course, the karmic ties connected to Zhao Cheng were now being consumed and dissipated, so they had already grown far lighter. Otherwise, her struggle would have been even more difficult.
Yet compared to the weight of the Crown, what was more dangerous was the hand holding her sword. Blackness was spreading from the blade, little by little assimilating her.
To wear the Crown was to bear its weight, and to wield a sharp weapon carried the same risk of being wounded by it.
Even so, King of Light's expression did not ripple in the slightest. She looked like a majestic divine statue—seemingly flesh and blood, yet carrying the texture of stone.
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