Honestly, if he had not entered the World of the Dead in the flesh, Qin Yang would have Reverse Delivered himself the moment he confirmed that reincarnation was possible.
The cultivation path this body had traveled was simply too difficult to replicate.
The simplest example was the two Innate Materials. If he reincarnated carrying only his memories, he would have no way to rebuild his current powerful Dao Foundation—a terrifying Dao Foundation that would not collapse even in death.
His overall foundation could never be reproduced. No matter how much experience he had, fleeting opportunities would not come around a second time.
Now that he understood Reverse Deliverance better and better, Qin Yang honestly felt rather envious of the other Dead Spirits.
They had nothing they could not bear to part with. Being able to reincarnate was already a great opportunity dropped from the heavens—why would they be picky? As long as reincarnation succeeded, it was another chance to start over.
Had Qin Yang not gone to all this trouble precisely to give himself another chance? It was just that his standards were higher—he wanted a perfect chance to start over.
When he said that his ability could only send others into reincarnation, he was not really fooling anyone.
He could apply birthmarks and marks to others, thereby influencing the results of their reincarnation.
It was equivalent to adjusting various probabilities to a certain extent.
After they reincarnated, he could somewhat influence what talents they might possess and what race they might be reborn into.
Even if the influence was not that great and it still depended on luck, a thirty percent chance was far better than less than one percent.
But how was he supposed to leave marks on himself? Leave a damn egg? In a sense, he himself