Chapter 116: Are You Lucky or Unlucky to Be Alive

Time, in the course of life, was as if the concept no longer existed.

A soul, pure beyond comparison, unstained as it emerged from the mud, untainted by the clear ripples, everywhere cleansing with a holy radiance.

The Ancient Array opened the Channel of the Universe, as if it took this soul, back to the beginning of the ancients, showing an ancient course of history.

This was the imprint of life; this was also the soul's cry.

In this purification of the soul, Zhou Yan thought he was about to die. He could doubt anyone, but he would never doubt his Master.

This was a belief of the soul.

Zhou Yan had always believed his Master's words, but this time, the Master seemed to have deceived him.

He vaguely felt that there should have been no choices at all. No matter which he chose, in reality, his Master would die, sacrificing himself for Zhou Yan.

Because, in that memory imprint of his Master, there had already been the possibility considered, everything had already been arranged.