In the incredulous gaze of the old tomb, the darkness around Li Yuan continued to dissipate.
"Ten Thousand Reincarnations?"
"Perhaps it is one hundred thousand lifetimes, or perhaps a million lifetimes..." Li Yuan's spiritual consciousness was undergoing an astonishing transformation.
The power of the Reincarnation Stone was evidently unable to imprison him anymore, incapable of further polluting his mind.
Yet, the memories of everything Li Yuan's consciousness had experienced did not disappear. All the scenes of reincarnation burst within his sea of consciousness, turning into countless 'memory fragments' that lingered around his heart, constantly reorganizing.
The beggar's feet were on a fragrant paddy field, no longer having to endure hunger and cold...
Beneath the emperor's throne stood torrents of iron horsemen, ready to await his command at any time...
