Rescue

"Life and death?"

Even Whitebrow suddenly cried out.

Although Ming Wan was his disciple, he had surpassed his master in psychic power.

Whitebrow knew this well.

Once psychic power reached a certain level, one could communicate with certain unseen entities and see things ordinary people could not.

And because of that,

the "life and death" spoken of by psychic power cultivators did not carry its usual superficial meaning.

Liu Di's attention was instantly drawn to Ming Wan as well. He hesitated before asking, "What exactly are you trying to say, Master Ming Wan?"

Ming Wan pondered. "Psychic power is actually a hidden language of humanity, and what controls it is our soul. After death, weak souls dissipate, while powerful souls remain immortal. They either enter the Sacred City or the City of Judgment."

Hearing this, Liu Di raised his brows.

What Ming Wan described was very similar to the logic of Consciousness Particles!

Ming Wan continued, "We meditate our entire lives for no more than the purpose of increasing our psychic power, which is equivalent to tempering our souls."

"If we die, powerful souls can gain a foothold in the Sacred City, enjoy immortality, and possess endless power."

"If psychic power can reach the twentieth realm or beyond, then within the Sacred City, one will have reached a state where they can create all things and do anything."

"This is the ultimate pursuit of all meditators."

Whitebrow looked displeased. "You little bastard, did you stop Liu Di just to talk about your dreams?"

"Master, it's not like that."

Ming Wan seemed hesitant to speak. "I saw that Liu Di... his soul seems to have formed a connection with the City of Judgment."

Whitebrow frowned. "Isn't that a good thing? Doesn't that fully prove Liu Di's strength? At such a young