And the Snake arrived.
Along with its Contractor.
Su Zhou watched everything that appeared before him. He felt as if he were submerged in absolute darkness and Void, while before his eyes, the endless Reincarnations of the Tartadis World played out.
Endless repetition, endless Reincarnation. The long cycles lasted tens of thousands of years, the short ones over ten thousand. Because of the Gray Mist and the Netherworld, new life was born rapidly, time and again, nurturing brand-new civilizations—but a mere ten thousand years was absolutely not enough time for a single civilization to develop to the point of realizing the truth. Nor was it enough for them to find a way to transcend this Reincarnation by their own strength.
This was Reincarnation.
Whether it was earth, water, fire, and wind, or metal, wood, water, fire, and Earth.
Whether it was Yin Yang Reincarnation, or the cycle of Light and Dark.
