Outside the village.
Dozens of graves appeared here, the boy's hands were bloody and mangled, evidently he had dug these graves with his bare hands.
The boy stood silently in front of his parents' graves, from sunrise to moonset, from moonset to sunrise, he seemed to turn into an ancient stone statue, completely devoid of human vitality.
Suddenly!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Time flows like a song, traveling alone through eternity as the heavenly vault gradually cracks, a River of Time roaring through past and present, a figure advancing within the waves of time.
The figure was indistinct, making it difficult to see his features. Amid the surging waves of time, he strolled to the boy's side.
"How is this possible?"
When this scene appeared before Ye Xuan's eyes, even though his heart was as solid as rock, at this moment he was shocked beyond measure, for the figure that emerged from the River of Time was all too familiar.
Ye Xuan was instantly in disarray!
Future Body!
