Li Hao continued to grow older in the river of chaos and stumble his way forward. Step by step, he walked toward the end of his life.0

His presence decayed until it was almost nonexistent. The young man panted heavily, looking ahead with a smile. All of his teeth had fallen out by this point.0

So this is what I will look like this when I’m old, even though I’m a cultivator? I thought cultivators would still look to be in the prime of life when they died of old age, that their bodies would last for thousands of years!0

The power of great dao within him gradually melted into the river. He was not born with it, so he would not depart this world with it. The cycle of life and death was only of the self, nothing else.0

Li Hao’s clothes flew apart into dust. Up in the sky, Lin Hongyu’s face did not redden with the development. She simply watched quietly, gazing upon a Li Hao with a fractured body. Her expression was unreadable. Would… the young man recall everything after living another life?1

Who knew?0

Li Hao had reached the end of the corporeal river. Meanwhile, the river of life and death connected the world like a...0