Maintaining one's humanity during the Cthulhu Beast's transformation of its followers was a miracle.
Continuing to retain one's humanity for a long time afterward was another miracle.
The odds of such a thing happening were astronomically low—less than one in tens of billions.
The odds of another miracle occurring to the same individual were even lower!
Mo Youlian understood this objective reality.
So while she regretted that those Saints had given up, she felt no resentment toward them.
"Then that's when we showed up?
Since even their last sliver of hope had gone out, did the survivors of the Rune Civilization place their greatest trust in us as soon as we appeared?"
Wang Guannan couldn't help asking.
The others also felt that was probably the case.
But to their surprise, Mo Youlian gently shook her head. "At present, my father, the other surviving Saints, and I can maintain a certain degree of real-time contact with one another.
"This isn't simply because of my father's and the other Saints' abilities, nor was it something we could do from the beginning.
"It happened after several Saints had died, when the entire community of Rune Civilization survivors had fallen into despair and grief and was on the brink of fracturing.
"At the time, I myself was facing the greatest despair and hardship of my life.
"One night, as I slept, I suddenly felt the torment my father was constantly enduring!
"Instinctively, I tried to take on some of his pain. It was the natural response of a child.
"And to my surprise, I succeeded!
"The pain I had taken on woke me from my sleep. When I realized that I could maintain a certain degree of real-time contact with my father, I understood that I must have awakened some kind of special ability.