As the vicissitudes of life reverberated in the air, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged, took a deep breath.
He wanted to know why Chen Han could have the next few lives, but he did not. This question had long taken root in Wang Baole’s heart. Now... with the arrival of the eighth life, Wang Baole looked at the swirling fog around him, he felt his consciousness sink, and he muttered to himself.
I hope this time, it won’t be the same as before. There won’t be anything... Wang Baole closed his eyes and felt his consciousness sink continuously, until it was as if he had entered a whirlpool.
Then... it was a familiar coldness.
This coldness made Wang Baole’s heart sink. His consciousness still existed, making his already low-spirited mind even more depressed. He spread out his consciousness, and after his consciousness sensed his surroundings, he saw the familiar darkness, this made Wang Baole sigh.
