At sixty, one is considered to have reached a harmonious and respectful age.
For mortals, this age is actually considered quite elderly.
In his lifetime, although he hadn't accumulated much wealth, he still lived without worries about food and clothing. By all accounts, he should be enjoying his blessings at this age.
Yet, the King of Reincarnation always felt as if he had forgotten something.
And those things should be very important to him.
"I can't remember..."
The King of Reincarnation rubbed his forehead.
The world was no longer clear and bright, everywhere was shrouded in a gray haze, wandering in the air.
Then.
The drifting fog seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, suddenly flowing rapidly.
At this moment, the King of Reincarnation stood at the edge of nothingness, surrounded by splendid and mysterious lights and shadows as if traversing the long river of time and space.
