Luo Yan smiled faintly and said earnestly, "Cultivate well. Do not squander the passing years."
Si Tianyou bowed respectfully in farewell, bending toward the direction in which Luo Yan departed.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King followed behind Luo Yan. This was also his first time hearing that Ancestor Luo had such an extraordinary origin. He seemed to be the reincarnation of a legendary Great Emperor, something beyond his imagination.
He hesitated, but could not help asking, "Ancestor Luo, does reincarnation truly exist in this world?"
Luo Yan reached out and caught a streak of light in the sky. It was a treasure resembling a wooden sword, made of an exceptional material that naturally restrained evil spirits. The material itself was excellent for refining artifacts. He put it into a treasure that functioned like a spatial storage artifact.
"How could reincarnation exist in this world? Even the Underworld is incomplete. The old heaven and earth have long passed away, and the environment has changed beyond recognition. Perhaps a similar flower might bloom again, but it cannot withstand everything in the end. It is not truly the same person.
"People of bygone days, things of the past-once they depart, they never appear again.
"The things remain, but the people have changed; the people are gone, though the things remain," Luo Yan replied evenly.
"You spent so long in White Stone City. You must have seen mortals born, grow old, fall ill, and die, their lives hanging by a thread. But did you ever see their souls return to the Underworld, or their spirits disperse between heaven and earth?"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King shook his head, then asked in astonishment, "Then you are not the Mystic Emperor's reincarnation, Ancestor Luo?"
Luo Yan looked back at him and smiled faintly. "What does it