To a certain extent, an immortal could already be unique. So long as one became immortal—even an Earth Immortal—there would never again be anyone in this world resembling them.
The meaning contained within the word "immortal" was supreme, sacred, exalted, profound, wondrous, and unfathomable.
Setting aside those two possibilities, why did the woman before him call him her husband? And why did he feel a strange familiarity toward her, as though they had known each other before?
"No, you are my husband. Have you forgotten? You saved me from fire and water in the Ten Thousand Demon Cavern, and you took me to see so many beautiful sights."
"You said you would take me to see even more beautiful scenery, that you would take me to stand atop the peak of the world."
The woman grabbed Ye Lin's arm, her spotless eyes fixed on him with utter sincerity.
Looking into those eyes, which held not the slightest trace of impurity, Ye Lin found himself with a terrible headache.
Should he kill her or not?
That was right—this was what Ye Lin was agonizing over. When an incomparably beautiful woman threw herself into his arms, his first reaction was: kill her or not?
Kill her? What if there really was something in the middle of all this that he did not know about?
Don't kill her? What a waste.
It truly was a difficult choice.
"Husband, you said that as long as I found the Samsara Disk, you would let me stay by your side. Now that I've found it, you won't cast me aside again, will you?"
Just as Ye Lin struggled to decide, the woman suddenly took out a pitch-black circular disk. It looked ordinary, yet at its very center was a pearl.
Streams of aura swirled within the