Cosmic Will?
Han Zhan glanced at him suspiciously, but upon further thought, it seemed to make some sense.
This is the River of Eternal Darkness. Anyone swallowed into it and able to survive until now couldn't possibly be an ordinary person.
Could it be that the old man before his eyes is indeed the Cosmic Will devoured by the River of Eternal Darkness?
"However, this no longer holds any significance."
"Even if you figure out who you are, what difference would it make? It's just exhausting the last bit of your spirit in endless cycles."
The old man spoke, shaking his head pessimistically.
From his words, Han Zhan caught another term, "reincarnation."
The end, death, rebirth.
"Endless cycles of reincarnation, endless cycles of death, repeating the process over and over, until the devoured is completely extinguished. This is the River of Eternal Darkness."
"And we are like the unyielding shadows on this river. There's another name for us."
"Shadows of Wandering."
