Previous chapter, the fourth world should span 126,000 years, corrected.
An inexplicable aura flows, Shi Hao stands here, having secluded himself for hundreds of thousands of years at this place. Can he truly leave now?
The void blurs and distorts; a stone chamber can be seen not far away, somewhat vague, likely the very stone chamber he had entered years ago.
On the coarse stone wall, a drop of blood slides down—it is the drop of mysterious ancient blood.
His Freeform Transformation Technique, indeed mysterious and unfathomable, is he transforming through the ages, or merely dreaming a grand dream?
Shi Hao cannot discern, feeling somewhat bewildered.
He walks forward, but as he nears, he sees the stone chamber distort and discovers a path leading to a burial mound!
Where is that place?
Shi Hao is surprised; adjacent to the stone chamber, there is a dark red burial ground, with large tombs one after another, burying beings of unknown identity.
