The forces making the Human Race independent spread throughout the entire continent, preventing Zhao Fu from being born onto the Demon Race's table, and preventing all Humans from being born dead.
This has always been Zhao Fu's goal.
Only through over thirty cycles of reincarnation could Zhao Fu understand how difficult cultivation is for the Human Race on this continent.
Yet the Ancestral Spirit seemed not to hear this.
His hand reached out, gripping Zhao Fu's right wrist tightly.
"Damn it, why is your body so exhausted?"
"You are cutting off your own future!"
At this moment, Zhao Fu opened his eyes.
He looked at the longsword before him.
"True Spirit reincarnation technique, how could it be that simple?"
"The power of a Divinity Transformation providing protection is but the most insignificant step among countless in the process."
"True Spirit, rise!"
In his hand, Zhao Fu continuously formed hand signs.
Threads of blood began to flow from his five apertures.
