Su Xin had only just returned to Northwest Circuit and was preparing to enter seclusion when the door to his room was suddenly pushed open. Qingli walked in, her expression grave. "I think I can sense one of my primordial spirits awakening."
Su Xin raised a brow. "Can you tell where it is?"
Su Xin and Qingli had made an agreement before. Su Xin did not have the time to accompany Qingli in searching for her scattered primordial spirits, but as long as Qingli found clues herself, Su Xin had to do his utmost to help her search.
Qingli frowned slightly. "Normally, if one of my primordial spirits awakened, I should be able to sense its exact location. But this time, my primordial spirit seems extremely weak. The message it sends is far too vague—I can't tell where it is at all."
Su Xin asked, "If something has really happened to your primordial spirit, doesn't that mean you'll never be able to restore your monster form in this lifetime?"
Qingli sighed. "The Monster Race is gone anyway. Whether I regain my monster form or not isn't such a big deal. I've already condensed a human body and can still cultivate as usual. It's just that the lifespan of a fleshly body is far too short. As my qi and blood decline, although my primordial spirit won't die, I'll have to cultivate a new body all over again."
Hearing Qingli say this, Su Xin suddenly froze. It seemed he had grasped onto something.
Normally, it was only natural for True Martial Realm experts to live five or six hundred years. But compared to the Monster Race's lifespans of tens of thousands of years, it was simply not worth mentioning.
What caused the human race's lifespan to be so short?
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