Lord Li nodded. "Because it could be said that the souls of you and anyone in the Illusory Realm today are descendants of those Primordial Souls."
Descendants?
Qin Shaofeng was dumbfounded again and subconsciously asked, "Souls can reproduce and carry on a lineage too?"
"Hahaha, under normal circumstances, of course they can't. But..."
Lord Li first burst into laughter, then sank into reminiscence. "That being was no ordinary person. In the end, at the cost of damaging himself, he created the Illusory Realm, all in the hope that one day, the Illusory Realm could rise again."
Qin Shaofeng fell silent.
A powerful expert capable of creating a place where souls could multiply truly did seem incredible.
Though Qin Shaofeng could do it now, and even do it better.
But according to Lord Li, everything in the Illusory Realm was false, and the power cultivated here was false as well.
Once one reached the real world, none of that power would remain.
It was like how, no matter how formidable or badass you were in a game, once you returned to reality, you were still just yourself.
Those absurdly overpowered characters in games were merely piles of data. What could they do?
A long while later, Lord Li left.
Qin Shaofeng, however, sank into deep thought. Though he found it hard to believe that he himself was a pile of data,
according to Lord Li, the Illusory Realm was merely a phantom world created by someone else. Because they needed to hide from and evade their enemies, while also allowing souls to adapt and reproduce, they could only create such an illusory world.
Yet that powerful expert had never expected that what he had initially done merely as an emergency measure—to save some people as seeds of hope for restoration—would