Qu Jianlei was talking with everyone, and at the same time, the fluctuations from the Higher Dimension were still spreading over.
Although their speed had slowed somewhat, judging from the trend, there was not the slightest sense that they were running out of momentum.
"I won't," Han Li said without hesitation. "I have a clone outside. It doesn't matter if my main body is destroyed."
Theoretically speaking, the logic of those words held. The Out-of-Body Realm was difficult to kill precisely because of this.
After the main body was destroyed, the clone could become the main body, and there would not be much difference between the two.
However, cultivating a clone required a huge amount of time and a massive amount of resources.
Yet for a heaven's chosen like Han Li, if such a situation occurred, it would be an enormous pity.
Leaving resources aside, the considerable amount of time wasted would more or less affect his future Dao Path.
Moreover, the main body and the main body converted from a clone would not be absolutely identical!
Changes in personality, gaps in cognition or memory, and so on... were not necessarily guaranteed.
However, just take one point alone: could a foundation built from childhood possibly be exactly the same as one patched up halfway through?
A foundation cultivated over four thousand years, compared to a hastily made product cultivated over one thousand years... could they truly walk the same steps on the Dao Path?
"Hmph," Qu Jianlei snorted lightly. "Don't be so curious. You'll know sooner or later."
He knew why the other party stayed. It really was not because he could not bear to part with the Soul-Splitting Palace.
The key was that this magical treasure had been refined by this fellow. Even if he hid inside, he would