Tang Hao strode forward in the mist.
The Golden Boat hovered above his head, emitting a bright light.
With The Golden Boat as the center, circles of translucent ripples spread out, blocking the power of reincarnation that was surging in from all directions.
Around him, people continued to fall. Their bodies were old and decaying, turning into dust and dissipating.
But he was completely fine, his steps were relaxed, as if he was taking a stroll in a courtyard.
The killing tribulation of time might be terrifying, but he cultivated the Dao of time reincarnation and was extremely skilled. Naturally, he was not afraid.
After a while, he stopped.
He could sense that not far ahead, the power of reincarnation had disappeared. In other words, the killing tribulation had ended.
The people who had passed the killing tribulation were all gathered there, pointing and talking.
