C47 The Breath of Ancient Gods

The aura of the ancient gods.

He simply couldn't open his eyes.

His body seemed to have been hollowed out, but it also seemed as if he no longer had a body.

His consciousness seemed to be drifting in the endless reincarnation space. This feeling was too strange.

"I should be dead now, right? But if I die, why would I still have consciousness?" A question popped up in Qin Xiao's mind