Zhou Yao stared at the woman, a little dazed. "Could all of this be false?"
The woman did not answer at once. Looking faintly lost and puzzled, she let out a long sigh. "Once you recover all your memories, you won't have these doubts. At least, back then, I never encountered an Undying Immortal."
"Never mind those three thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, with their distinctions between human immortals, earth immortals, and heaven immortals. Some Daoist texts even speak of Great Luo, but I've never seen or encountered any of them."
"If immortals also die when their lifespans run out, leaving only their primordial spirits, how are they any different from gods?" The woman sighed softly, her figure gradually fading. "Still, the Heaven Gate has opened, so there may yet be a chance. This is an age of great contention, but you're far too weak."
"I know you're wary, but there's no point. The merging is irreversible." The woman gazed around her with melancholy and nostalgia.
Perhaps that dream just now was my only chance. If she had only given her "consent," I could have awakened. But now, that hope is growing ever fainter.
"Go, my present self. Go southwest. You'll gather up the legacy my former self left behind."
A legacy?
Zhou Yao slowly awoke and opened her eyes. The room was dim, and there was no woman before her. She lowered her gaze, half closed her eyes, and remained silent for a while.
Rather than weakness, it was wariness. She simply could not trust this "self" who had suddenly appeared inside her body, even if they were indeed merging with each other.
"Yes, even if I resist, we're still merging, step by step." She held out a hand, and a breeze stirred of its own accord in the