For others, such a choice truly meant that death was the only hope.
But for Lin Xin, it represented surrender and compromise.
"Sometimes, choosing to live takes more courage than choosing death."
The White Skirt Woman looked at Lin Xin and suddenly spoke in earnest.
"Ten million years of torment and suffering should be enough to test whether his eternity will fade." Painter was also watching Lin Xin's choice.
"Eva, how long have you been here?"
Although Painter was merely a switch, over the near-infinite passage of time, he had ultimately gained some room for independent movement and thought.
Other than being unable to leave and do other things, he was no different from an ordinary person in every other respect.
The White Skirt Woman looked at Painter's back.
"I can't remember... perhaps tens of millions of years."
"You want to use him to help you get out?" Painter asked.
"Do you think I have no hope?" Eva asked in return.
"Etching one's eternity upon the Eternal Painting Wall triggers the wall's backlash. In the instant we speak here, the trial this person suffers is equivalent to ten thousand years in a moment.
How many tens of thousands of years do you think his will can endure?"
Painter asked calmly.
"I don't know." Eva shook her head.
Painter fell silent and said nothing more, merely letting out a soft sigh.
Time slipped by second by second.
Lin Xin, standing where he was, gradually began to change expression.
His once-rosy cheeks rapidly turned pale at a rate visible to the naked eye.
His formerly full, powerful body also quickly hollowed and withered away. His skin began to darken, as though it had lost all nourishment from blood and vital essence.
"The result is about to come..."
Eva fixed her gaze on