The Six Paths of Reincarnation surged with boundless Dao mechanisms.
It likewise accepted those True Spirits, but to link with the Nine Heavens beyond, it still had to wait for the right opportunity to connect all the great worlds across time and space.
Lu Qing slightly closed his eyes, then opened them again.
There was not a ripple in their depths, like clear, still water.
Reincarnation bound together all worlds, yet as laws and order were established piece by piece, there was naturally no need for them to slowly flow into every world. It only needed to connect to the Nine Heavens.
The worlds of the Nine Heavens were the sole true reality.
It was simply that before the variables arrived, fortune grew ever more turbulent and chaotic. Those watching from the sidelines needed all the more to face it calmly.
"There are too few of them, but their abilities are acceptable."
Lu Qing looked toward the three old monsters.
Their cultivation and strength could not be described by any realm.
Because they had been born without needing to cultivate.
Yet that also meant that the Dao they had been born with was rooted in Reincarnation and dependent upon Reincarnation.
This was the innate foundation they had been born with.
Precisely because of this, some of these reincarnated beings had spent countless years here and had also come into contact with some True Spirits from outside. Naturally, they harbored a few thoughts about the present world.
They were trapped within Reincarnation. Outside lay high winds and vast skies; if they could leave, they would no longer have to remain confined here.
Many of them had such thoughts.
Most conspicuously, a patch of gray mist, illusory in aura and seemingly there yet not there, churned. A Crow whose pupils had lost