"Death Divinity... what is death... what is rebirth?"
Visions of the Charm Clan's rise and fall flickered ceaselessly in his mind.
Life was born, experienced aging, sickness, death – like rain it appeared, gradually vanishing away.
In merely a few minutes, Zheng Cheng felt as if he had lived through tens of thousands of years of the Charm Clan's history from its birth to extinction.
He was like a passerby, unable to make any choices.
And this inexplicable presence constantly affected his spirit, his soul.
In his mind, the Death Divinity trembled lightly, its radiance illuminating his soul.
"Death Divinity... the rules of death..."
"Is it the rules of death that I am to comprehend?"
Subconsciously, he lifted his hand, and a black 'radiance' emerged within his grasp.
It was a sensation difficult to describe in words; it was utterly dark, yet one could feel the radiance.
Moreover, the radiance emitted nothing – no temperature, no heat, certainly not any kind of spark.