It dripped for an entire day and night.
The stone actually cracked open with a crack, and then it turned into dust and disappeared without a trace. Shen Ping, who was inside the stone, suddenly opened his eyes. There was life in his pupils, and there was a trace of ancient aura.
He stood up and looked at the small sapling not far from the tree and smiled. Fate was unfathomable, even more difficult to understand. It was illusory and insubstantial, but it was everywhere. It was both reincarnation and life and death.
500 years of meditation, he finally comprehended a trace of fate from the cycle of the four seasons.
