Ye Chenfeng's thoughts were clearly influenced by the surrounding ever-changing things.
Is everything in the world unable to escape death?
Does everything have a time limit? Is there really no Eternal Life in this world?
Ye Chenfeng sank into a strange train of thought, his mind gradually conjuring the figures of his family in the small world. Instantly, the look in his eyes became resolute. Wasn't it those family members beside him that always allowed him to persevere until now? He had often doubted whether Eternal Life existed, but ultimately, for these family members, he firmly believed time after time that it must exist, that he would certainly reach Eternal Life, and that he would surely bring everyone around him to Eternal Life.
Ye Chenfeng looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from him: "Is whether there is Eternal Life so important? Even if there isn't, then what?"
