Countless living beings were slaughtered. Under the suppression of cultivation realms, any Supreme could wipe out trillions of lives with a lift of the hand.
Watching this, Qin Tian could not help clenching his fists.
The bloodline within him boiled. Every bloodline factor roared, venting the fire in his heart.
These were his ancestors, his forebears.
"I will take part in this battle," Qin Tian declared with ironclad resolve.
"Not to rewrite history, but simply to quell this indignation in my heart!"
Simply put, watching this battle angered Qin Tian-watching the Foreign Realm slaughter wantonly across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
He was furious.
He would act. He would descend into this age and take part in this battle.
Wasn't the very reason he cultivated so hard to change everything that displeased him?
It was just like writing. Why build up a stockpile of chapters? Of course, it was so that when you did not want to write, you could confidently choose not to.
Qin Tian descended before the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King. He occupied a gap in time and space; not even an Immortal King could hope to discover his presence.
He raised a hand and tapped the Corpse Wrapping Cloth. The Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King revived, and a lingering obsession arose. In a view only the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King could see, Qin Tian's body was wreathed in flames—an aggregate of countless Time Symbols.
He descended into this stretch of time and space. "Fellow Daoist, I have come!"
The Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King's lingering obsession froze for a moment, then understood the present situation. He sighed. "The moment of my final curtain has come!"
"To be wrapped in cloth as an Immortal King is not a bad ending for