While talking, two white coats walked out of the somewhat worn room but filled with various precision instruments.

In the room, Yao Yan, who was lying in the survival pod, fell into a trance.

It seems like I've been trapped in a long dream.

A long, long time.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years?

have no idea.

Yao Yan, who was vaguely conscious, did not have the ability to accurately calculate time, nor did he vaguely calculate how long it took. In this way, in the tranced dream, his consciousness gradually sinks.

However, he could also vaguely and vaguely feel the fact that he was gradually weakening.

I seem to be dying.

"I'll die, I probably can't live."

"What will it look like after death?"

"The ancient Egyptian view of life was that the soul would return to the corpse and be resurrected."

"The ancient India's view of life is to reincarnate and become cubs or even dead objects after death."

"And the early Celestial Empire seemed to be mainly based on the theory of transformation and rebirth. Like Jingwei, it turned into a bird after death."

"If it were me, what kind of bird would it become?"

"Yaoyan...I might be a crow, Yaoyan, rumor, crow, is quite suitable."

"But the question is, according to Huasheng, will the bird become a human again if it dies?"
Chapter completed!