Tang Hao felt like he was in a dream.
In that dream, he saw countless people, from the lowliest street urchin to the kings and nobles. He watched them being born, grow old, and die from the perspective of a third party, feeling their emotions.
The march of time was merciless.
Generations passed in the blink of an eye.
As he watched, Tang Hao vaguely understood that it was the Path of Time and Rebirth.
Compared to the Path of Life and Death, the Path of Time and Rebirth was even more profound and hard to grasp.
Tang Hao could clearly see the cycle of reincarnation over and over again, but it was difficult for him to grasp the Path within.
He was not in a hurry anyway. He sat still and began to comprehend.
Back in the real world, the people waiting there were getting impatient.
"He is comprehending the Path. I'm afraid it will take a long time!"
"You can go away if you have somewhere else to be!"
