Each apparent crossing of the sea here was, in truth, a journey through reincarnation.
It gazed toward the end. There was no end there, yet there was something exceedingly special there.
"A disturbance. What Variable Fate has appeared in the era outside?"
It looked at those muddleheaded True Spirits. They were not ghosts, and no gloomy, chilling aura clung to them.
On the contrary, they bore a trace of purity and naturalness akin to the Source of Heaven and Earth. Yet the aura on a single True Spirit was far too faint, a light even weaker than the flame of a dying candle.
The exchanges between Gray Crow and the True Spirits naturally could not be exchanges in the true sense.
Wherever there was sight, wherever there was observation, there would be gain.
This, too, counted as Gray Crow's Twin-Pupil Insight Divine Ability, an innate talent and instinct.
"No, no."
The True Spirits had yet to enter their final reincarnation, so a lingering trace of Cause and Effect from the outside before their deaths could still be seen.
Gray Crow had remained here year after year, so it naturally knew it could not leave. But that was no matter. Whenever True Spirits entered, it could learn a great many secrets of Heaven and Earth.
Yet regrettably, none of them was the news it sought.
"This is terrible. Could it be that pack of madmen wants to storm reincarnation again?"
"Impossible. Impossible."
Gray Crow had not seen the Reincarnation Great Dao fully manifest a Dao Lord ahead, so it knew that no one in the current era had taken command of reincarnation.
But the Primordial Era had been different. Though that pack of madmen had not taken command, the earth-shaking, heaven-shocking tale of storming reincarnation itself made even Gray Crow feel