Nie Lang still wanted to say something when Chu Mo furrowed his brows slightly, looking at the further distant pinnacle of the sky, where the elusive River of Time lingered.
The limitless power of ages emanated from there, carrying an endless desolation and chill.
After all these eons, Chu Mo's understanding of reincarnation had become profoundly deep. He gazed at the River of Time, with a constant feeling within him, as if that river... was one that drifted outside of reincarnation!
Although it appeared in this world, he couldn't sense the connection between the river and this world.
Could it be that this group of primordial gods, after being swept into the River of Time, lost their wits, retaining only the most basic instinct for slaughter? Then, having utterly lost the opportunity for reincarnation, they became filled with boundless resentment?
Thinking of this, Chu Mo suddenly thought: if this group of beings could be directly cast into reincarnation, what would happen then?
