These world-shaking beings had not come from a single region. They had been carefully chosen from renowned Great Universes across the boundless Great Thousand Worlds.
Through the endless river of ancient history, they had endured the strictest, most exacting rounds of selection.
Countless brilliant talents had fallen by the wayside in that brutal process. Only these beings had emerged victorious.
Born in different eras, they had come from the glittering galaxies of different worlds, crossed the boundaries of space and time, and finally gathered in this mysterious land of Reincarnation.
Some had become Reincarnation Tomb Keepers, some Reincarnation Foragers, and others had been reduced to Reincarnation Soldier Slaves, surviving only through Reincarnation.
Now, Jiang Yun saw gaunt faces and bodies that were little more than skin and bone.
Their hair, feathers, and fur had almost entirely fallen away. The passing years had carved deep marks into them, as though time had hacked at them with a merciless blade.
Yet their aged appearance was only temporary, a deceptive facade.
Their true souls had remained dormant all along, as though frozen by the magic of time.
They might look skeletal now, like candles guttering in the wind.
But their spiritual essence shone like lamps that would never go out, gleaming in the dark; their true bodies had endured countless trials and remained as solid as stone, imperishable and undying.
Jiang Yun knew that, when needed, these sleeping powerhouses could awaken in an instant, shed the marks of time, regain their former youth and vigor, and carry out even the most arduous tasks without hesitation.
Jiang Yun swept his keen gaze over the Weapon-Hiding Grounds, and a surge of satisfaction rose within him.
This single Reincarnation Weapon-Hiding Grounds held more than ten Immortal Kings, hundreds of True Immortals, and many Reincarnation Hunters.
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