All the Fate Arts Masters silently watched the Great Gan World below, gazing at the elderly man with snow-white hair and broad brown blotches spreading across his face.
The Rebirth Gate allowed one to begin life anew, yet no one could determine whether that life had been a success or a failure.
Call it a success, and in the end, he had still fallen to the Demon Race.
Call it a failure, and as a youth, he had hidden his talents and sheathed his edge; in middle age, he had cultivated his power, unified the Dingxi Prince's Army, dragged the Great Gan Dynasty to its death, wiped out the Barbarian Army, and in old age, relied on the natural barrier of the Divine River to hold back the Demon Race to the bitter end—even crossing the Divine River ten times and never ceasing his northern campaigns.
A flash of light came from the Rebirth Gate, and Li Qingxian was seen seated cross-legged where he was, his eyes tightly shut.
The vast plaza was silent as a grave.
The Rebirth Gate did not judge success or failure by what a person gained within it.
It judged by what they gained after walking out of the Rebirth Gate and receiving the memories of that lifetime.
That was the Rebirth Gate's most extraordinary feature.
One determined one's own life and death.
The crowd watched closely as two crystalline tears slowly flowed from Idle Prince's closed eyes, gradually vaporizing and dispersing.
Everyone sighed softly.
To the many Fate Arts Masters, it had merely been the story of a single day.
But to the person within the Rebirth Gate, it had been an entire lifetime.
Suddenly, divine radiance burst forth from the Rebirth Gate behind Li Qingxian, illuminating the vault of heaven.
The Rebirth Gate