"Perfected Lord Lin, it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, once I stepped onto the Chaotic spaceship of these merchants, my life would probably be out of my hands."
Perfected Lord Ziyuan sighed. She was not that trusting. Everyone who roamed the Chaos was cautious. The reason she was almost tricked was that she was too eager to head to the holy cities of Chaos.
The words "holy cities of Chaos" seemed to contain an extraordinary allure that made one unable to control themselves. Even the most cautious person might be tempted, die, and reincarnate with their perfected spirits.
Perfected Lords had cultivated a perfected spirit, and as long as the Chaos stood, a Perfected Lord would not die. However, there were still all kinds of difficulties in the process of reincarnation and cultivation. It was still uncertain whether they could cultivate to the peak again.