The moment the question left his lips, the air in the Scripture Repository seemed to freeze solid.
A True Lord's spirit body was worth the same as an equal weight of fifth-rank spirit materials, making it exceptional material for refining puppets.
Although such desecration of a powerful cultivator's spirit body was despised by all righteous paths, if it truly fell into one's own hands, how many could overcome such temptation?
Song Changsheng had not carried it around to do charity. He had intended to sell it for a good price and latch onto a powerful backer, securing protection for the Song Clan. But now that Reincarnation True Monarch's divine soul was nowhere to be found, his original plan could no longer work. How to deal with this spirit body next had become an issue that could not be avoided.
In terms of seniority, True Lord Haoyang was also Reincarnation True Monarch's old ancestor. There could be no one more suitable to answer this question.
"Where is the spirit body?"
Song Changsheng did as instructed, taking out the spirit body and placing it before True Lord Haoyang's residual-thought projection.
"Extreme Yin Returns to Yang Art... it truly is a desperate gamble, staking one's own True Spirit.
"Ten thousand years are enough to turn the blue sea into mulberry fields. Who can possibly calculate what will happen after one is gone?
"Alas, the Chen Clan's fate has truly run its course."
His words left Song Changsheng somewhat baffled.
Before he could ask, True Lord Haoyang reached out and tapped the spirit body between the eyebrows. Specks of radiance "ran" out from its seven apertures, gathering in his palm. They bobbed up and down like fireflies, brimming with liveliness.
These are... True Spirit fragments? Song Changsheng was instantly startled. True Spirit fragments had