"The Divine?"
"Immersed in the Reincarnation River, either pursuing love or perhaps successfully reincarnated."
Hua Changdeng opened his mouth, wanting to smile but unable to, his lips full of bitterness.
Old companions, withering like fallen leaves.
How could Hua Changdeng not know the talents of these people, saying they were unparalleled in history would not be an exaggeration, each had their own brilliance.
Who would have thought, under the calculations of the ancient ancestors, they either perished or fell into oblivion, none with a fate better than his own.
"Ba…"
Hua Changdeng paused, turning his head: "What about Bazhun'an?"
"Then you'll be disappointed, I really wasn't lying to you just now, after Bazhun'an reached return to zero, the Three Ancestors didn't dare make a sound."
