The King of Reincarnation took out a bronze candlestick.
Its stem was engraved with a figure resembling both a ghost and a god. Half its body had been worn away, yet a single glance still carried a soul-oppressing weight.
Even the kings could not help their expressions changing.
"Lord King of Reincarnation, you mustn't!"
"That Divine Sacrifice item is your hope of a breakthrough, and the hope of all the Nine Provinces..."
"We still need to rely on you to turn this crisis around."
"..."
The kings were all agitated and hurried to stop him.
Jiang Chen understood as well. This thing was probably the most important item needed to perform a Divine Sacrifice.
If they could gather everything for a Divine Sacrifice, the Nine Provinces would gain a Supreme Powerhouse!
"It's fine." The King of Reincarnation waved his hand. "If gathering everything for a Divine Sacrifice were truly so easy, I wouldn't have waited in vain for two hundred years."
"Great turmoil is coming. It's all too late."
"Besides, without a Divine Sacrifice, am I necessarily unable to cross that threshold?"
He was resolute. He slapped the item down before Jiang Chen and swept his gaze over the kings, silently stopping those who still wanted to speak.
"Young friend, you're very young. Younger than I imagined."
"Even entire eras are constantly buried in the river of history. Let the past belong to the past. The future belongs to the young. In your hands, it can shine even more brilliantly."
The King of Reincarnation gazed at Jiang Chen. His face was still young and handsome, but his eyes revealed an age he could not conceal.
Even if he was invincible in this world.
Even if he alone, with a single sword, had terrified the Dark Alliance.
He had grown old,