"Has the second batch not returned either?"
"Yes. There are now double-digit numbers of 'Long Sleepers,' ranging from Tier 1 to Tier 6."
"Is the potion's effect still active? I remember it could preserve vital signs. Have their heartbeats resumed?"
That potion only induced Fake Death. For seven days, there was truly no breathing, heartbeat, or brain activity. Everything returned on the seventh day.
During that process, vital signs could be preserved. The body would neither decay nor stiffen with death; otherwise, they would be finished even if they came back.
"The effect is gone. For some, it vanished on the third or fourth day; for others, on the seventh."
"Uh, that information is important. It means the soul and flesh were not completely severed, and some of them endured past seven days. Their bodies have been frozen, right? At least give them some hope."
Lu PingAn sighed. Those Daredevil Teams were probably truly never coming back. The potion did not have the ability to bring back souls. In truth, within Earth's supernatural system, the soul had always been a delicate concept. Most systems of knowledge did not acknowledge its existence, treating it as an appendage of the flesh, yet everyone knew it ought to exist independently.
Others would probably only assume this was a discrepancy in understanding caused by differing systems of knowledge. But Lu PingAn, a Life-type quasi-god who possessed the Eye of Truth, understood quite well the supernatural accumulation of the Professionals system.
Professionals were like a "snowball," a massive aggregate that continuously gathered pollution. At its core were the flesh and soul of Professionals. Naturally, once a supernatural being reached a certain level, they became a "pollution aggregate." At that point, flesh and soul had already fused together. Some Combat Skills even transformed the entire body