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Qin Fengming was naturally not speaking without reason. After experiencing what had happened on the first eight levels of the Wind Demon Tower, he had felt increasingly that something was strange about it. Although even now he still could not grasp exactly what that bizarre feeling in his heart was, that sensation had slowly taken root within him.
Now that he had actually encountered a Spirit Severing realm ghost cultivator who had remained in the Wind Demon Tower for tens of thousands of years, that feeling in his heart surged even more vigorously.
"Hmph. There is nothing strange here. I will give the two of you a chance now. Kill yourselves here, and I guarantee that I will not harm your physical bodies. Once your souls have been imprisoned for a thousand years, you will regain your own bodies. Although you will become existences akin to corpse refinements, that will at least be better than becoming existences like those souls.
"Moreover, with physical bodies, you will be able to recover your intelligence, and you will have a greater chance of advancing than other ghosts. Perhaps without suffering the trials of soul refinement, you will be able to advance to the Spirit Severing realm after ten thousand years. After enduring for another several tens of thousands of years, it will not be impossible for you to regain your intelligence.
"If you make me act, your souls will naturally be damaged, and I will no longer guarantee the safety of your physical bodies. What you do is for the two of you to decide yourselves."
The ghost cultivator's expression changed only slightly before returning to calm. Brilliant light flickered in his eyes. He no longer paid attention to Qin Fengming's words, instead staring at the two of them as he