Hearing this, I understood what Little Immortal Si meant. There had to be remains and a soul for Sword Demon Master to come back to life, but both had vanished without leaving the slightest trace of their spirits in the great battle. The hope of resurrection was nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Where am I supposed to find his bones? Great God, what should I do?" Senior Brother Yan had seen Little Immortal Si wave him away and tell him to figure it out himself. His face was filled with sorrow, and he could only turn to me.
"Great God Little Immortal, Li Taichong, the Sword Saint of the Universe Dao, once used the essence of the earth's veins to revive Master. At the time, his soul was lodged in the sword radiance and flying sword, but I don't know where he found the bones. Could the demon-spirit crystal possibly replace those two things?" I hurriedly asked.
Little Immortal Si looked at me with some disdain and said, "If you truly can't find the bones, the demon-spirit crystal might serve as a substitute. After all, they're materials of the same origin. But where will you get the soul? It must have entered the six paths of reincarnation. Hmph, do you think I don't want to revive that brat? He was quite respectful toward me, doing whatever I said obediently. I also happen to be short a gofer. There would be plenty of benefits to reviving him, so why wouldn't I do it? I've hinted at it so many times already. How can you people be so stupid that you still don't understand me?"
"Ah." Senior Brother Yan froze for a moment before tears finally poured down like a sluice gate opening. Wiping them away with his sleeve, he seemed ready