Traveling through the world of immortality, I found two other close relatives who jumped off a cliff.
It should be a blessing to have a gentle sister and a well-behaved brother.
But as we got along, I found that our blood relationship was a bit strange: the same cultivation, the same appearance, the same IQ, even if only one person breaks through, all of us will break through.
Until I saw a sentence in an ancient book: "The soul splits into three parts and becomes a spirit when it falls to the ground. When gathered together, it becomes one, and when scattered, it exists forever."
I looked at the three identical faces in the mirror, sweat dripping from my back.
It turns out that we are not a family, we are... The same person?
Concept: Every creature has its own position, and you are always the protagonist of your own life.