Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and the Three Stars Cave with the slanting moon.
In the deepest cave, the eternal silence was broken by an extremely suppressed groan.
Lin Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and in the depths of his pupils, countless fragments of time and space surged and reorganized like a galaxy collapsing. His face seemed to be only in his thirties, and he was handsome and elegant, but at this moment, those eyes were filled with fatigue and deep-seated coldness that spanned ten thousand years.
"The eighth life... Was defeated in the end."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, his voice hoarse, with the numbness after being crushed by reincarnation, and even more with a rage that almost broke through his chest.
The torrent of memory broke down the dam, and the most painful and unwilling scenes from the previous eight lives were like the sharpest blade, cutting crazily in his mind:
