770, the world is originally gentle_3

The road was no longer discernible. Gu Tao cut a path wide enough for passage using a Particle Knife, then retrieved the documents from back then and compared them meticulously as he flipped through them, muttering, "I think it was mentioned back then that your remains were never fully recovered, right?"

Although no one responded, Gu Tao still made sure of it to some degree. After all, from the perspective of Arcane Arts, if remains aren't properly buried, the spirit cannot reincarnate.

"Back then, I was a staunch human supremacist. I don't know what transpired, but oddly enough, I don't feel repulsed by you lot anymore. Funny, isn't it?" Gu Tao chuckled, squatting down as he took out Pagoda Tree Nails from his bag. "Oh... maybe it's because I've already become one of you."

He arranged the Pagoda Tree Nails in a specific pattern, then clapped his hands, planted his hands on his hips, and smiled. "Who would've thought that I'd end up in the business of bone retrieval someday?"