After Hongjun uttered that word—"Yes"—the tension that had gripped the hall for so long finally eased.
One by one, Su Miao's fingers loosened from Yuanshi's sleeve. With her lashes lowered, she quietly let the heart lodged in her throat settle back down.
But Hongjun was not finished. His tone shifted.
"Those who reincarnate must have their memories sealed.
This is the rule. It cannot be broken."
Su Miao raised her face and looked toward Hongjun on the Cloud Bed. Rule Chains flowed slowly around him, and not a single flaw could be read from his expression.
She had known this condition would come.
Without sealing their memories, reincarnation would become a joke.
What difference was there between a cultivator entering the Earth Immortal Realm with their memories intact and bringing the answers into an examination hall?
Hongjun would never give them that chance.
Yet she was calculating something else as well.
Seal them? Fine.
But when those seals would be lifted was up to her.
Rules were dead. People were alive.
Su Miao did not say that aloud. She merely nodded, her attitude as respectful as if she were agreeing to some trivial matter.
"Of course.
Once all Cultivators reincarnate, they will be members of the Human Race. They should live and die alongside the Human Race."
Hongjun had not expected her to agree so readily. His probing gaze fell upon her face. Su Miao met his eyes head-on, tilted her head slightly, and gave him an obedient smile.
In truth, Su Miao's heart was pounding, but she pressed all her tension beneath her spine and revealed nothing on her face.
Those words were for others to hear.
The calculations in her heart were another matter entirely.
The reincarnation passage was managed by the Farm Teachings. After reincarnation, their guidance,