In the Forgotten River, Fang Chen lay flat upon the water. He did not sink, nor did any creature come to trouble him. The surface was still, like a pool of dead water. He floated upon it like a rotting log.0

Three months had passed since that sealed memory in his mind had opened. Fang Chen forced himself not to dwell on it, intending to wait until he completed the fusion to reach the Dao Union Realm before confronting it again.0

But his thoughts kept circling back, his mind wandering with questions.0

For instance, if reincarnation had ceased to exist since the Underworld's defeat back then, then what were the crying infants born into this world every day? And what about his younger...0