Ten Thousand Years in the Making, The Great Plan Cannot Be Violated

One after another, the wandering souls got off the bus and stood aside, looking at the fire on the top of the Qi Mountain not far away in shock and disbelief.

They seemed out of place in this chaotic scene full of noises, commanding, laughing, exclaiming.

The sounds emitted from these surroundings seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier. Around these wandering souls, there was only solemnity and sadness.

After someone died, would there still be any meaning left in the existence of a home? Without a home, would there still be any meaning left in a person's life? 

Perhaps these wandering souls could not understand the relationship between the two. However, they vaguely felt that their hearts were distressed.

When all the wandering souls had gotten out of the bus, one minute had passed. The driver did not say a word to Luo Xiu. He just closed the door silently and started the engine.