The body seemed to be disintegrating, turning into fragments, like leaves falling, and akin to a rain of light scattering; this is how Shi Hao felt at this moment.
He was very dazed, his divine soul swaying, following the disintegration, feeling that he had turned into particles, each one glowing, leaving the original world, in reincarnation, in transition to the afterlife.
In his confusion, he saw a river, the years surging, time rushing forward, was that time itself? Once gone, never to return!
Shi Hao's mind shook, awakening from his bewilderment, feeling the strange state, himself becoming particles, one by one, crystalline and transparent, suspended in eternal void.
That long river of history, roaring, whistling past from afar, the waves crashing against the sky!
Upon closer inspection, on each crest of the wave stood an unparalleled hero, with imposing aura, extraordinary charm.
