He Zheng asked curiously, and the other two turned to look at Ye Lin as well.
The corpses inside the Immortal Gate had exerted such overwhelming pressure on them. If they could simulate them, perhaps they could learn the true strength of immortals, then work backward to figure out what could have killed so many of them.
"I can't simulate them."
Ye Lin shook his head, declining the beer He Zheng offered him.
"Simulating things consumes Mental Power. The immortals and Little Child Ghost might be too high-level. I tried, but the moment I formed the thought, more than half my Mental Power was drained."
"Maybe I'll be able to later, but not right now."
After saying that, Ye Lin recalled the Immortal Corpse he suspected was one of the Three Pure Ones.
He had no doubt that if he tried to simulate that being, he would probably become brain-dead the instant the thought formed, every last bit of his Mental Power sucked dry.
By his rough estimate, the highest level he could currently simulate was probably Grade A, and he could only manage it once.
"Not yet, huh?"
"No big deal. Once you get enhanced, this thing's bound to change some more. Maybe you'll be able to simulate them then."
"Doesn't really matter, anyway. If we actually brought out an immortal, it could probably slap us all to death. It'd be a waste to make one. It's not like we're going to go around killing immortals."
He Zheng chuckled, unconcerned about whether they could simulate an immortal.
As far as he was concerned, the Eternal Page's light-and-shadow ability was already useful enough. Used well, this thing was practically a divine artifact.
Ignoring He Zheng's wisecracks, An Ke brushed aside the loose strands of hair over her forehead and thought