The Reincarnators had been abandoned by the main god and thrown directly into the Great Honghuang World.
Wenren Sheng was utterly shocked as well.
In all these years, he had rarely been so shocked.
When he savored the feeling carefully, it was actually quite interesting.
To live forever, one had to constantly keep one's emotions fresh.
Once one grew bored, immortality could no longer go on.
It was like entering Sage Moment, when all sound fell silent and one had no drive whatsoever.
If it lasted too long, one might be finished.
Living was an instinct, but whether humans or animals, all had tendencies toward self-destruction.
It was because they could no longer feel the benefits of being alive and could only feel its hardships.
Then Wenren Sheng felt his entire consciousness being drawn in and enveloped by the Seed of Mystery.
It then followed Wang Weiguo and plunged together into the Great Honghuang World.
Wenren Sheng was not afraid.
He possessed boundless wisdom.
He knew that the Great Honghuang World was merely a fantasy world.
It was even farther from the real world.
Meanwhile, he stood outside the real world.
So he did not fear the Great Honghuang World.
However, he also knew that so-called reality and illusion were actually relative.
Take the world he had lived in before transmigrating. The people alive there had been real, but after death, were they not illusions? They were even less real than he was.
After all, Wenren Sheng was still the protagonist of a world.
He even had records spanning an immense length.
As for those people from the so-called real world, they had long since vanished.
That was right. Wenren Sheng's wisdom had risen another level.
Reality and illusion.
Relative, yet complementary.
If an illusion was remembered by countless people,