"The Primordial Spirit Embryo would be far more useful in your hands. If you gave it to me, humanity truly would have no chance of winning." Zhou Ping's expression was incomparably grave.
Lin Qiye frowned, about to argue, when he suddenly found the tone of that last sentence somewhat familiar.
"Destiny Monk? Was he the one who told you to refuse the Primordial Spirit Embryo? What did he tell you?"
"What he said isn't important... What matters is that you cannot give the Primordial Spirit Embryo to me. Even if you truly severed yourself from this body, I still wouldn't accept it." Zhou Ping paused for a moment before speaking helplessly.
"Besides, do you think changing bodies is as simple as changing clothes?
"If you don't first strip away the soul, push the Mental World to the brink of self-dissolution, and then reshape its connection with the new body, how could you possibly switch bodies? The risks involved are already enormous. With the scale of my current divine power and Sword Law, if I forcefully changed bodies again, there would be a ninety-nine percent chance that my soul would scatter and I would perish."
Lin Qiye stared blankly at Zhou Ping, who sat cross-legged before him, unable to speak for a long while.
"All right, don't make that face." Seeing Lin Qiye's utterly despondent expression, Zhou Ping smiled gently. "It's not like I'm about to die. I just can't move around freely... I'll be right here in this Sword Pavilion. Whenever you want, you can come see me."
"Teacher, how much time do you have left?"
"Time?"
Zhou Ping shook his head. After a moment, he slowly uttered two words:
"Three swords."
Lin Qiye was stunned when he heard those words, then quickly understood.
Zhou Ping's problem now was that