I was meticulous, while Senior Brother Yan presided over the formation beside me and guarded me at the same time, until the skin completely covered her face, forming the face of a young girl, and the hair she ought to have grown sprouted as well...
But as I perfected the little princess's immortal body and Dao bones, I saw Senior Brother Yan's expression grow increasingly grave—even stunned and shocked. I sighed inwardly, thinking he must have felt strange and astonished because he had not seen the little princess for too long, or perhaps found it inconceivable. All of that was understandable.
After all, cultivators at the Spirit Transformation stage like us had once been human cultivators ourselves. We possessed abundant human emotions, just as others did. That was different from many ancient legends, which claimed that immortals were emotionless. That was all false. Even when Nuwa created humans, she had kneaded them out of deep loneliness so they could keep her company and play with her. Clearly, immortals possessed the seven emotions and six desires as well; they merely hid them more deeply, and it varied from person to person.
With my current Spirit Transformation cultivation, I was naturally leagues beyond ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators. Condensing a new immortal body and Dao bones was not especially difficult, so after half a day, I had already fashioned the little princess's body and merged the remnants of her soul into it, fusing them with her original bones into one whole.
The resurrection spell finally came to an end. I took a brand-new, smaller women's Tianyi Daoist robe from my inventory and dressed the little girl in it. Only then did I extend my hand and tap her brow, injecting a thread of warm energy to stimulate her awakening.
As if sensing the