The river of time outside Xu Qing's body became a little clearer. A figure walked out of the river.
As he walked over from time, he became clearer. There was nothing colorful or glorious about him. Instead, he was a kid in ragged clothes with a dirty face, as though he had crawled out of a pile of corpses.
However, his eyes revealed determination, as though no matter how arduous his life was, it still couldn't make him lower his head. He wanted to continue walking, he wanted to survive!
This was Xu Qing's twelfth nascent soul!
As soon as this nascent soul appeared, the mountains and rivers trembled. Among the hundreds of thousands of people on the ground, Qing Qiu's body trembled unprecedentedly. Her breathing was hurried and she looked at the nascent soul in a daze.
"Brother Kid…"