Hearing Qin Fengming's words, Yi Ao and Yi Lian's expressions changed drastically once more. For all their knowledge, neither could make sense of what Qin Fengming had done.
In a lower realm, neither divine abilities and cultivation methods nor knowledge of cultivation could naturally compare with those of the Spirit Realm.
Even if there were some unusual, powerful secret arts, very few people knew them, and no one would pass them on to outsiders. The life-saving secret art Zheng Yiqiu had used was clearly beyond the knowledge of Yi Ao and Yi Lian.
As Qin Fengming spoke, a layer of dense black mist suddenly surged from the white skeleton, which had shown nothing unusual. Amid the spreading mist, an immense surge of soul energy abruptly emerged.
As the mist churned, a nearly solid human figure appeared within it. This figure was unmistakably a cultivator's soul essence.
Although this soul essence still gave off a considerable aura, all three knew that it was merely strong on the outside and hollow within, already exceedingly weak.
"Brother Zheng! Brother Zheng, you really haven't perished completely!"
The instant he saw the figure manifesting that soul aura, Yi Ao cried out, his face filling with delighted surprise.
The emotion Yi Ao displayed this time was clearly no mere pretense.
Although cultivators were generally selfish, there were still those among them who valued genuine bonds. Yi Ao and Zheng Yiqiu had weathered several brushes with death together. Such a bond, forged through sharing life and death, was not something others possessed.
"Fellow Daoist, you actually discovered my soul essence and were even able to awaken it?" As soon as Zheng Yiqiu appeared in soul form, he ignored Yi Ao's words and looked directly at Qin Fengming. His face was full of disbelief as he spoke.
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