Shang Yu's face was frighteningly pale, and her cultivation recovered at an agonizingly slow pace. At the root of it all, there was too much deathly energy in her body and too little vitality.
In other words, Shang Yu was currently in the state of a living dead.
After Shang Yu caught her breath, she suddenly said, "It's not as though there's no solution."
Only mentioning it now, Shang Yu made it clear that Lin Qi needed only a little thought to guess that the chances of this solution working were exceedingly slim.
Even so, she listened patiently.
Shang Yu said, "It is said that along the Nether River grows the purest spiritual flower in the world, one brimming with the most vitality—the Netherworld Spirit Flower, also known as the Spirit Flower of Life and Death. Only when one reaches the brink of death might one have a chance to see it, and even then, the odds are one in a hundred million."
Lin Qi tilted her head as she listened. The more she heard, the more familiar Shang Yu's words sounded.
In an instant, she thought of the few crystalline little flowers she had tucked away in her robes.
No way, right?
But if that were true, after she swallowed the Spirit Flower of Life and Death, the deathly energy in her body should have been expelled. Why was she still left in the Netherworld?
And since she had seen the Spirit Flower of Life and Death, did that not mean that at the instant she passed through the Gate of Life and Death, she had been on the verge of death?
She had no memory of it at all.
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Qi's mind in an instant, but what came out of her mouth was something