"Thank you for your hard work."
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad smiled apologetically, feeling sorry for putting all the heavy burdens on Song Lin's shoulders—it was indeed asking too much of him.
Thus far, only Song Lin possessed the ability to save the living beings from annihilation.
It was an impossible mission.
But Song Lin had capabilities beyond imagination.
Countless powerful beings exerted their final efforts, forging the strongest Magic Treasure.
Reversing time and transcending the Great Dao.
"Your cultivation has reached the ultimate pinnacle. From here on, the road ahead is yours alone."
Gazing at the vanishing figure of Lord Lao Zi, Song Lin said, "I will."
Indeed, he would.
He had traversed through the river of time for countless years.
Simple numbers could no longer capture the span of his existence.
He had already surpassed the highest realms achieved by Buddha, God, and other great powers.
He reached heights unknown to any who came before him.
