Ding Ling asked about this matter.
Xiao Shanhai said she did not know either.
Ding Ling then asked where the Eight Immortals had gone.
Xiao Shanhai's leaves drooped as she said listlessly:
"They're all dead."
Even immortals can die?
Ding Ling was moved:
"Are you sure the Eight Immortals weren't formed from a god's thoughts? Or perhaps they were simply the Eight Immortals' clones?"
"They weren't formed from thoughts."
Xiao Shanhai spoke in her clear, childish voice:
"Although I don't remember anything about my mother, I do remember some of the events that happened in the Heavenly Court. In ancient times, the Eight Immortals held sway over a region. They were powerful figures in the Heavenly Court. They didn't seem to have been formed from thoughts, nor did they seem to be clones."
"Then does that mean they were real immortals?"
Ding Ling was astonished:
"Real gods were actually killed by this Void Nether Soul Zombie?!"
"They went to their deaths of their own accord."
Xiao Shanhai shook her leaves, seemingly sinking into a state of recollection:
"I remember that, in order to suppress the Abyssal Flood, they used their Primordial Spirits and heart blood to refine eight divine swords. The divine swords joined forces to suppress the Abyssal Flood, thereby preventing the complete collapse and destruction of the Heavenly Court and Everlasting Youth Valley."
She paused before continuing:
"But now I'm almost unable to hold on, too. If you hadn't come, Big Brother, I might have died after some time."
She seemed extremely innocent and pure. Even when speaking of death, she showed little fear. Her voice was young, pleasant, and clear, like the tinkling sound of a mountain spring flowing over rocks:
"Oh my, the skin that was peeled off me before is almost completely repaired. Thank you,