Once he had fully grasped the truth, Lin Fan froze. Recalling his past joys and sorrows, all his experiences in the mortal world, he grew even more bewildered.
"What is real? What is illusory?" he began asking himself, no longer quite able to distinguish the two.
If it was false, what did these centuries of experience amount to? From birth to death, every sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy moment had been something he had seen and heard himself.
Was this one great dream from which he had yet to wake? But surely it was far too real?
If it was true, that was utterly implausible too. In this era, no one could create reincarnation, much less control it.
Cao Yusheng in The Sacred Ruins might have a chance, but certainly not the Cao Yusheng of today.
Only when a woman who looked strikingly like Yue Chan approached did the corners of Lin Fan's mouth lift, an answer instantly forming in his heart.
"Husband, what are you thinking about so intently?" The woman was gentle and graceful, her white robes spotless, her skin like snow. She was impossibly beautiful.
"Ah, it's you, my wife!" Lin Fan murmured, staring at her face.
He had to admit, that disk certainly knew how to have fun. Across two lifetimes in this dream spanning the ages, both wives he had married looked just like Yue Chan.
Still, there was a slight difference between them. The previous woman had been exceedingly aloof, more like a fairy from the Nine Heavens untouched by the smoke and fire of mortal life, much like Yue Chan's primary body.
As for the woman before him, her shifting gaze held a little more of the mortal world, like a sprite who had fallen into it, carrying a gentle warmth much like