"Strange, similar, yet not quite..." The White Lord naturally did not care whether the Myriad Heavens rose or fell. All he cared about was that person who seemed to be an "old acquaintance."
Now, after attacking and scrutinizing him, he unconsciously knitted his brows. He had only meant to confirm his suspicions, but had never expected another "surprise." Despite the immense distance, he could still sense the lingering embers of another familiar civilization.
How was that possible?
There should have been no intersection whatsoever between what lay beyond the Myriad Heavens and the ordinary world, much less with a civilization that had already burned itself out. There should have been no connection between the two at all.
Yet the reality was that he had indeed sensed the lingering embers of that civilization. It was no fabrication; its form and spirit were truly there.
"Could I have been wrong from the start? This 'old acquaintance' really is an 'old acquaintance,' just not the original, but a successor?" the White Lord murmured, somewhat uncertain.
He had lived far too long, after all. Even he did not know his own age, and nothing he encountered would have been surprising. He had experienced similar things before; there were indeed precedents to follow.
But although those people and events of the past could reach him, that was all they could do. They could not stir even the slightest interest in him. They were merely one little interlude after another that helped pass the time through the long, distant ages, soon to be forgotten.
"The Great Sacrifice Land, the Reincarnation Mystery Barrier... Are those people from the Heavens testing their methods?" The White Lord's thoughts leaped from one thing to another. Of course, he was not letting his imagination run wild. Rather, tens of millions of