And the stronger the Dharma Image, the greater the burden on the main body.
Of course, aside from the Dharma Image's strength, it was also directly proportional to their number.
Nine heads and eighteen arms—in other words, Qinxin had transformed into eight Dharma Images. She was merely a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator; it would have been strange if her fleshly body and Nascent Soul were not on the verge of collapse.
"Originally, this art could only be used by Lihe Realm cultivators, but the situation was urgent then, and I..."
"So that's how it is." Lin Xuan nodded, realization showing on his face. Her body and Nascent Soul were under too heavy a burden—in other words, she had lost far too much Life Essence.
The root of the illness was now clear, but prescribing the right cure would not be easy.
Life Essence, as the name implied, was something closely tied to a cultivator's very life. It was not the same as ordinary magic power.
For example, when facing a powerful enemy in battle, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood could cause the might of one's abilities to surge. What that so-called vital blood contained was, in truth, Life Essence.
Its uses could be seen from that alone.
However, in that sort of situation, the loss was not great. Though it would harm one's vitality, it could still be slowly replenished through taking medicine and meditating.
But Qinxin was different. Eight or nine tenths of the Life Essence within her body had been consumed.
Under such circumstances, how could she recuperate and recover? Even with miraculous pills and spirit medicines, the outcome would still be of no help. The fate waiting for her was only death.
Thoughts raced through Lin Xuan's mind. In an instant, he had already