Li Hao had previously passed through the Fengshan Menghe River at Tan Palace, but his body underwent no changes, and the river was merely inhabited by villagers who appeared normal but were actually long dead. All he needed to do was to deliver their souls to salvation to destroy the Mo River.
But now, he was regressing to a younger age?
No wonder he had felt his strength disappearing, as if it was being stripped away.
Was this the peculiarity of a Mo River of this level?
Li Hao was somewhat startled. As his mind raced with thoughts, he suddenly felt sleepy; he could not hold on and fell into a deep slumber.
...
When Li Hao woke up again, he saw his own tender and soft hands and feet, lying on an unfamiliar bed with a soft little blanket covering him.
He was dressed in a bellyband, looking to be a few months old rather than a newborn.
