My mind shifted slightly.

A white flame the size of a thumb emerged from the center of his eyebrows.

White Flame is very weak.

Like the wind blowing will completely dissipate.

Do you regret it?

Staring at the white flames with great care, pain, confusion, regret, and self-blame... flashed through his eyes one by one.

A hundred thousand years of watching.

One hundred thousand years of stubbornness.

One hundred thousand years of madness.

In the end, it was just a big dream.

"It's time to wake up."

He sighed quietly, "The reversal of life and death is an illusion, and the reunion of father and son... is not real either."

The words fell.
Chapter completed!