Wang Yue saw that Zhang Zhiwei knew nothing about it and smiled. "When I found Ma Xianhong, I discovered that someone had wiped his memories. A few days ago, someone broke into Wulong Mountain to rescue him. Her name is Qu Tong, the Club President of Xingyao Society.
By the time I found Xingyao Society, the place had already been deserted.
Has Old Celestial Master ever considered this? Qu Tong is clearly a young woman. Why does she know the Double Complete Hand?"
Zhang Zhiwei furrowed his brows and asked uncertainly, "Are you saying that this young woman might actually be Duanmu Ying?"
Wang Yue smiled and nodded. "Exactly. If you pour a bottle of Sprite into a Coke bottle, would you call the drink Sprite or Coke?"
Zhang Zhiwei was stunned. "Do you mean Duanmu Ying might have used the Ming Soul Technique to revive herself directly inside a young woman's body?"
Wang Yue nodded solemnly. "Yes. But in my view, she's just a young woman who has Duanmu Ying's memories."
Wang Yue's meaning was clear. Transplanting one's memories into someone else's body to extend one's life was essentially no different from becoming a digital life form. One could say it was another way of living—or that the person had already died.
It all depended on how one looked at it.
This world had no digital life forms, so there was no way to explain it that way. Still, Zhang Zhiwei immediately understood what Wang Yue meant.
Daoist teachings spoke of cultivating both nature and life—that was, cultivating the body and mind in their entirety. The body was the physical form, while the mind encompassed not only one's inner thoughts but also the primordial spirit.
If someone's body had been destroyed but their primordial spirit was living inside another