Little Illusion was right. Wenren Sheng understood that, relative to this world, his sanity value was indeed negative infinity.
Because he was the only person who truly did not belong to this world.
Even the weakest Source Spirit had roots and an imprint in this world.
What had he been called in his previous life? What social ties had he had? They were all far too distant now.
But he still remembered that real, cold world without miracles.
So he had originally had no roots in this world.
In a sense, he needed the heaviest anchor in order to take root in this world.
These family members around him, Dongshui City outside, Eastern Continent, humanity, Earth—these living, emotional things formed the heavy anchor holding him here.
If all of those things disappeared, he would lose his roots as well and, just as that Big Wooden Stake from Desert Academy had said, eventually descend into chaos.
Of course, he could not say any of this to his family.
Otherwise, if Little Illusion found out, how would he educate her in the future? She would definitely say, "So you need me to stay alive. From now on, you have to listen to me..."
After casually writing an assessment and sending it to the Patrol Division, Wenren Sheng began considering what to do next.
For the Seed of Mystery to grow, it had to eat something big.
Little shrimp had no secrets before it.
Hmm, the Patrol Division also needed to find anchors and use them to capture Source Spirits. They could cooperate.
A week later, Zhongjiang Base invited Wenren Sheng over.
They had selected three people whose sanity values were as high as two No. 7 weights and planned to conduct an experiment.
After Wenren Sheng arrived, he was ushered into