"We... meet again?"
A sliver of Li Ling's awareness was here. He had intended to leave this place of trouble immediately and flee as far as possible, but her words left his consciousness drifting involuntarily. Under the coldly beautiful female immortal's gaze, he seemed to sink into reincarnation and behold his past and present lives.
What he saw was a silent, desolate scene from an unknown age.
In an unknown place beneath a darkened sky, something existed within the undivided chaos, its strange form shining with spiritual radiance.
At the same time, a strangely familiar, elusive fragrance drifted toward him.
It came from an orchid blooming within the chaos before heaven and earth had separated.
The ancestor of all fragrances, the Primordial Orchid!
Why am I seeing him again?
Li Ling vaguely sensed that this scene was extraordinary. He had already learned that this was the origin of his existence in this world.
His soul, consciousness, and even the essence of his true spirit had all come from it. Drawn by the material substance of the mortal world, they had entered the cycle of birth and taken form, giving rise to his present body.
Yet just as he thought this, another scene emerged-one he had not had time to see before.
Not far from the Primordial Orchid, a strangely alluring spiritual flower bloomed, like ghostfire swaying beside the Nether River.
The flower was crimson throughout, its bearing coldly beautiful and noble, faintly exuding the scent of blood.
Red Spider Lily... the Other Shore Flower!
Astonished, Li Ling named the form before him.
It seemed to possess awareness. Sometimes it swayed with the wind; sometimes it nestled close, making all manner of intimate gestures toward the Primordial Orchid as though courting him.
It looked as though it considered itself the Primordial