A Cooperative Fallen Immortal

Yue Luo Liuli's "cuckoo" metaphor left Wang Qi feeling rather heavy-hearted.

Among all methods of parasitism, "brood parasitism" was not particularly bloody. At least, compared to parasitic wasps that laid their eggs inside other creatures, whose larvae would eat the host clean before reaching adulthood, it was nothing. But "brood parasitism" could still be called cruel.

They pecked and clawed holes into the host's eggs, causing them to fail to hatch and prolonging the host's incubation period; the moment they hatched, they killed the host birds in the nest; they grew rapidly, forcibly monopolized most of the host's food, and could even exhaust the host to death... To the host, a brood parasite was even more terrifying than a natural disaster.

And throughout that time, the host raised the parasitic chick at all costs, driven by instinct.

Perhaps Zhao Qingfeng—that fellow, or rather, the personality called "Zhao Qingfeng" before awakening—had essentially been nothing more than a busy "host"?

Or perhaps the immortal remnant soul within him had influenced his personality precisely in this one respect?

He did not know.

He did not even know whether that "Zhao Qingfeng" was a personality born from a human of Divine Land, or merely the mask of that unknown Fallen Immortal.

Wang Qi preferred to believe it was the former. He felt that a temperament like Meng Zhengyuan's, one unwilling to compromise, would be far too regrettable if it were merely a mask.

Wang Qi thought of himself again.

He, too, possessed memories that did not belong to "Wang Qi of Divine Land." Then was his current self, the Wang Qi others saw, a disguise put on by that utterly ordinary "Earthling"? Or was he truly just a person of Divine Land who had acquired unexpected memories?

When all was said and done, the