"I originally wanted to wait a little longer-for this generation's Yama King, for Xiao Wei, for you. You're all rare talents, every bit as good as the prodigies I've seen reach the ninth-step peak over the past three hundred years, perhaps even stronger."
The King of Reincarnation's tone held a trace of a sigh. "For someone of mediocre aptitude like me, being unremarkable and preserving what already exists would have been enough. I shouldn't have taken these risks in the first place."
"Unfortunately, it seems there's no time left."
"The River of Forgetfulness has reappeared in the world, and all sorts of old relics and ancient monsters have emerged, one after another. You carry the Yin God's aura. If I remember correctly, one part of the ancient seal must have fallen."
"And that Blood Man today-I can vaguely guess its origins. It's a remnant of the most infamous cult of a certain era. Blood transformation into demonhood, a lifespan equal to heaven and earth. If it truly takes that step, it might be even more terrifying than an existence beyond a King."
"Chaos. Too much chaos."
"An age of turmoil is coming. If I don't take this final step, the Nine Provinces will be fish on someone else's chopping block."
"If others are the butcher's knife and block, then I'll be the spear and sword!"
The King of Reincarnation answered the question he had posed at the beginning, his clouded eyes gradually sharpening.
"Boy, have you ever heard this saying? There are Supreme Powerhouses in this world who scale the highest summit and behold the ultimate vista!"
He spoke each word distinctly as he took a step forward.
Boom!
An incomparably terrifying aura erupted, reversing sea and sky. The azure seawater rose in hanging torrents and crashed into the heavens.