"I have been fallen since ancient times, and now, only a remnant of my soul is left, which will soon vanish into smoke and clouds. The cycle of life and death is a principle, and the rebirth of a Saint is an extravagance.
Even if you possess the ability to traverse the river of time and meddle with past and future events, finding the exact timeline and bringing me here is still impossible!"
Taichu shook his head slightly.
As a being who once reached the pinnacle of the sixteenth rank, he knows well how difficult it is to achieve rebirth.
The stronger one is,
the more unshakable the timeline they inhabit becomes.
Moreover,
among countless parallel timelines, finding the exact timeline is understandably challenging.
Gu Qingyang smiled indifferently: "My method differs from ordinary ones. If the Saint can place faith in me, then I can enable the Saint's rebirth."
"Faith?"
Taichu frowned slightly.
The path of faith.
In his view, it is quite ordinary.
