I discovered that Sandora sometimes had the ability to leave everyone stunned with a single remark. Her mind might not have been as active as Qian Qian's, but that was what made her scary: every idea she had was more practical than Qian Qian's. After half an hour of careful thought, she concluded that the creators could be resurrected.
Extremely practical.
"Damn, you really are a genius." Viska's ears were sharp. She sprang over in an instant, grabbed Sandora's arm, and shook it back and forth. "I never thought of that, since it was so long ago—but are you really planning to do it? I don't think it's very reliable."
I glanced at Viska. Even this Rogue thought it was unreliable, so it was probably truly unreliable.
"Perhaps we should try," Sandora said, her voice a little distant. She was not entirely certain about this either. In fact, she did not dare be too certain about anything related to Shilin origins. When the span of time involved covered the entirety of Empire History, not even Gods would dare guarantee anything. "I know the chances are low. Leaving aside the success rate, we first have no way to ensure that the ancestors' souls can return. Tawell's experiments can only confirm that these bodies are immortal on the material level. Their souls may have dispersed long ago. If that is the case, we can only revive thoughtless bodies... Such resurrection would be meaningless."
"Then why the hell are you wasting your time on it?" Viska looked over with narrowed eyes. "Now that you mention it, you've reminded me. The chance of summoning their souls back is practically zero. Do you know how many years they've been dead?"
"That's why I only said we should try." Sandora shrugged. "You know my personality. As