Of course, the price of success was his own death.
But Wang Ye thought about it. If the black-robed youth had been reborn in his body, then with the youth's former perspective, experience, and Wang Ye's own talents, his current realm might already have reached an utterly terrifying level.
It could be said that Lu Qing's plan had been flawless—perhaps even a peerless move.
Maybe he could have easily dealt with Wang Ye and the Ancestor before they revived.
Meng Po smiled. "Actually, we already guessed the outcome."
"He was still the same person he had been back then. Life and death were nothing more than passing clouds to him. After reviving, he didn't blame us. He merely told us that nourishing the soul and being reborn after a thousand years could also be considered leaving things to fate."
"But his rebirth required killing someone, and he was unwilling to do that."
"So he helped clear your meridians and reshape your spiritual power, then his soul left your body."
"Otherwise, how did you think you managed to reach your current realm in just a few short years?"
As she spoke, Meng Po unconsciously revealed a smile again.
Yes, that faintly mocking smile.
Wang Ye's face darkened like ink, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
In other words, all the bragging he had done about his talent had been for nothing?
His rapid improvement in realm had nothing to do with him either?
If the black-robed youth had not reshaped his meridians, then perhaps even Jianan would have surpassed him in terms of talent by now?
For a moment, Wang Ye found the answer impossible to accept.
But soon, he suddenly remembered something. "But my talent clearly couldn't awaken."
Wang Ye stopped halfway through.
That was