A lifetime, and another.
He didn't know how many cycles of cold and warmth, spring and autumn he had experienced, nor how many reincarnations of joy and sorrow, partings and reunions.
He transformed into a peddler, experiencing the sufferings of the human world; he reincarnated as a king or minister, going through the struggles of power; he sank into love and hatred, tasting unforgettable experiences...
Countless familiar faces, countless unforgettable events, revolved and played out in his consciousness like a carousel.
Initially, he could still rely on his Dao heart to maintain a slender insight, "I am undergoing tribulation."
But as the reincarnations deepened, the erosive power of the illusion increased geometrically.
The emotions were too real, the pain too clear, the pleasure too intoxicating...
Xu Ping's Dao heart was like being wrapped in layers of warm quagmire, his consciousness gradually immersing within it.
