The Fantasy Prison

A day passed.

Around two billion Element Spirits gradually awakened on Earth.

Then their numbers began to plummet, eventually stopping altogether. No matter how many controllable elements everyone created, no more souls controlled them.

"What's going on? Why are there no more people?"

"There should be five billion people. How come there are only two billion?"

Humanity's Cang Yue was utterly confused. What about the other three billion? Could they not be on Earth?

Wan Kai said gloomily, "They've probably given up."

"Given up?" Everyone froze.

Wan Kai said bluntly, "Although we created Element Bodies, controlling them still requires the Spirits of Freedom to move on their own. We can't think for them."

"They have to want a body and want to see the light of day again so desperately that their mental fluctuations become extremely intense before they can sense the Element Body."

"In other words, if they've already given up, started zoning out, fallen into their memories, or are passing the time through lonely fantasies..."

"In short, without a sufficiently desperate desire for a body, none of their mental energy can connect to the Element Body."

Everyone frowned. They had already created the Element Bodies.

The Spirits of Freedom did not need to painstakingly arrange them themselves. As long as they stirred up even a little mental energy, they could sense their own bodies.

It was like a patient in a persistent vegetative state whose nervous control system had already been repaired. All their brain needed to do was release the electrical impulse that took control of the body.

It was the same as bringing the resurrection cake right to their mouths.

As long as their mental energy frantically thought: *No, could I really be trapped in this darkness forever? No! I don't want this! Body, body, I