"Body Seizing?" Qin He frowned slightly, the golden-black law patterns at his fingertips pulsing faintly. "Other than Body Seizing, is there no other possibility?"
Long Qingyun's soul shadow swayed within the Black Demon Banner, uncertainty in his voice. "Then only an extremely unlikely exception remains. The resurrection privilege granted by the Divine Court is something countless cultivators beg for. Who would give it up for nothing?"
Qin He raised his eyes toward the horizon. A stream of gilded light was slicing through the clouds. Though the holy radiance of the Divine Court's people was faint, it carried an unquestionable pressure of order, vanishing beyond sight in an instant.
These people rushed about tirelessly, yet in truth, they knew nothing about many things.
Long Qingyun's standing had ultimately never reached the Divine Court's core. It seemed some secrets were beyond his ability to glimpse.
Qin He pondered in secret. Were these Merit puppets Wei Canglan's private work, or part of some grand scheme the Divine Court had quietly laid out?
He himself was adept at borrowing the Power of Merit. With a single glance, he understood the method behind refining the puppets—it was nothing more than forcibly pouring Merit into them to lock down their souls, turning living people into vessels.
It once again proved that saying: cultivation arts themselves held neither righteousness nor evil; only the human heart divided black from white.
The Divine Court, shrouded in endless holy light, might not be any cleaner than the Abyss.
Qin He shook his head, too lazy to keep drilling into a dead end. If he could figure something out, he would ponder it; if not, he would set it aside for now. There was no need to pit himself against himself.
He immersed his mind in his sea of consciousness and