Xiao Wu froze, the excitement on her face instantly stiffening. Even her breathing seemed to skip half a beat.
She blinked incredulously, wondering if she had heard wrong.
"Res... resurrection?"
Her voice was dry and trembling, carrying a hint of uncertainty:
"Mom... can Mom be resurrected?"
"Yes! Xiao Wu, as long as it's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, resurrection is possible!"
"You know that whether human or Soul Beast, all beings possess a soul."
"After a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast dies, its soul doesn't completely dissipate. Instead, it takes residence in the Soul Ring that is formed, though ordinary Soul Masters can't sense it."
"Although Soul Masters have no ability to resurrect a life using its soul, gods can."
"As long as one can become a god, one can wield divine power, extract the Soul Beast's soul from the Soul Ring, and reshape its body in the God Realm, allowing it to truly return to life."
At this point, he changed course, his tone becoming more solemn:
"So, Xiao Wu, if you want to resurrect your mother, you absolutely cannot kill Bibi Dong."
"Part of your mother's soul is currently residing in her Soul Ring."
"Once Bibi Dong dies, all the Soul Rings on her body will collapse and disappear along with her."
"When that happens, your mother's soul will also be completely annihilated, and resurrection will no longer be possible."
Xiao Wu looked at Su Yu. The words echoed repeatedly in her mind—if Bibi Dong died, Mom would never come back.
Xiao Wu crouched on the rock, clutching her head with both hands, her fingers digging into her hair.
Su Yu slowly crouched down in front of her. He reached out and gently pulled her hands away from her head.
The night was deep, and her fingertips were cold.
"Xiao Wu,