A Hundred Lifetimes of Reincarnation as Your Funeral Rites

The man standing there fixed his gaze on Evan Lin.

He could sense the deathly aura constantly emanating from Evan Lin's body.

It was the process of life withering away, bit by bit.

It confirmed that Evan "Nine Mysteries" Lin was about to die right before his eyes.

But...

What surprised him was that the white-haired, aged youth seemed to have absolutely no intention of paying him any attention.

His emotions had settled into utter silence.

His gaze was entirely fixed on the girl cradled in his arms.

It was as if the world itself had frozen around him, becoming a world of his own.

Inside that space, he no longer had any of the hesitation he once should have had, nor even the slightest thought of resisting.

Lillian Chen's vitality was steadily slipping away.

The gray shadow that the man had swatted away came rushing back, only to be casually brushed aside by him once more.

That child, who had sacrificed its own karma to keep Lillian Chen and Evan Lin entwined across lifetimes, erasing itself from Heaven and Earth, might have grown up to be truly formidable.

But now, it was just a stray wisp of soul outside the bounds of karma. No matter how strong its bloodline, it was still far too weak.

Not far away, Lily Zhao watched Evan Lin.

Her body was frozen in place, her expression shifting several times as she watched the man take a step forward.

At last, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She stepped forward and stood right in front of him.

"What are you trying to do?"

The man looked at Lily Zhao, his face carrying a coldness that was hard to describe.

"Now that you've returned to this world, and his fate in this life has run its course, that's enough."