That giant millstone definitely didn't belong to a certain world.
It stretched across the endless space and time, vast and magnificent. Its marvel was indescribable and unimaginable.
The ghost tide that had arrived before him began to pounce on him.
The millstone began to rotate, crushing the soul dreams that were falling down. It stirred them again, then slowly sent them to the six paths. Every time it was sent, it was a re-cleansing of the soul.
However…
No one was himself anymore.
No one was anyone else.
The so-called past life was just a lie.
Xia Ji looked at the millstone quietly. He could see Six Paths in the distance.
There were almost no divine souls that went to the Path of the Heaven-Born. All the divine souls were lining up to go to the Path of the Human World, the Path of the Beasts…