Yu Ziqing listened to Old Yang's explanation and felt solemn admiration.
The breadth of his knowledge was downright terrifying.
Even the Runes revealed by lost secret arts, he could recognize some of them.
How many hundreds of years had Old Yang cultivated as a Dao Practitioner?
Just thinking about it made Yu Ziqing feel that it was such a shame all over again.
If Old Yang had entered Dao normally, advancing to the Ninth Tier shouldn't have been too difficult, right?
Yu Ziqing only dared to think about such things privately. He didn't dare say them aloud.
"Eight thousand years ago? Then, is that big shot still alive?"
"He's dead. With his strength, living until now wouldn't have been too difficult.
Even if he had died of old age, he could actually have lived another life.
But in his later years, he came up with a new idea. He didn't want to start over in another life. He wanted to replace his decaying fleshly body with an Artifact body.
In the end, his Primordial Spirit collapsed, and he died completely."
"Why?" Yu Ziqing didn't understand. A big shot of the Nascent Soul stage wouldn't die even after abandoning his physical body. Surely he wouldn't just die because he replaced his body with a Dharma Treasure body, right?
"Do you think a master of that caliber would simply change to some random Dharma Treasure body?"
Old Yang gave a derisive snort.
After a brief pause, when he continued, his tone carried a trace of respect.
"A master of that caliber did what ordinary people dared not do, had never done, and could not do—the very limits of possibility. If he merely replaced his body with his Primordial Spirit, he himself would laugh at his own actions.
The true core was still