"When will the next one begin?" Cheng Zongyang asked, looking at his clone.
"Let me properly digest everything first," the clone said, shaking his head slightly.
"All right." Cheng Zongyang nodded.
Soon after, the clone's Divine Soul returned to its body and left the Hall of Ten Thousand Races.
When he reappeared, he was still on that mountain peak platform at Tianduan Mountain.
He slowly sat cross-legged and gently closed his eyes, as if to isolate himself from all the disturbances of the outside world. At this moment, the various scenes he had experienced during his reincarnation continuously surged in his mind like a turbulent tide. He began to carefully digest the experiences of this reincarnation, attempting to extract the most core insights from the complex fragments of memory.
