After the excitement died down, everyone in Wenren Sheng's family began talking about the future.
"So does that mean we'll be immortal from now on? Has humanity's long-cherished dream really been solved so muddleheadedly?" Wu Liansong suddenly said with feeling.
"It's not that simple." Wenren Sheng shook his head. "Each possession wears down the soul. If it can't be nurtured and restored somehow, then after only a few reincarnations, it will probably dissipate completely."
"Mm, that is a problem. Still, at least there's a clear path now," Wu Liansong said.
Wenren Sheng nodded, but he found it strange that Wu Shanshan did not seem especially excited. Not long ago, she had been asking about reviving her mother.
Why was she so indifferent now that the moment had arrived?
He looked toward his girlfriend, and his brow immediately furrowed deeply.
He seemed to see a shadow behind her.
Because the Seed of Illusion had been activated, and he himself possessed Master Level stealth, he was now exceptionally sensitive to all manner of hidden things.
Could it be?
An uneasy feeling rose within him.
Had the time already come? It shouldn't have, logically speaking.
After all, that Immortal had waited thousands of years. Would she really care about this brief moment? A shadow fell over Wenren Sheng's heart.
He had more or less guessed what had happened—Wu Shanshan had likely seen success within reach and wanted to renege on her promise to the Immortal. That was a perfectly ordinary thought. After all, wouldn't it be better if the whole family could be together, safe and sound?
Yet she had no idea how terrifying an Immortal was.
Her true soul had probably already been suppressed.
No wonder she had also enjoyed cooking lately, though even Little Illusion would not eat what she made...