Zhishou was truly at a loss. Good grief, he hadn't woken up when he was supposed to, but now, when he shouldn't have, he'd gone and woken up just to get under Zhishou's skin, hadn't he?
The Artifact Spirit was just as bewildered. It had genuinely been in so much pain that it exceeded its limits, and it could no longer hold on; everything went black, and it passed out.
As an Artifact Spirit, it had gotten to experience what it felt like to have its soul scattered to the winds.
It had felt as if it were constantly teetering between life and death, and it had nearly scared the wits out of itself.
After finally managing to wake up, good grief, the first thing it heard was the old geezer bad-mouthing it.
Keep it in check?
Why keep it in check?
The whole place fell silent, as though everyone were waiting for Zhishou's answer.
Hanyu couldn't help shouting in his Sea of Consciousness, "You said you'd give me an answer back then, too. Perfect timing—explain yourself."
In the Soul Realm, Zhishou rose from the curb and sighed with a helpless look on his face.
"First of all, Hanyu isn't some artifact, as you've been guessing. The Five Elements World was indeed nurtured within him, but that's all there is to it."
"As for his body, that was the Heavenly Dao's doing. The two Heavenly Beings were pioneers in cultivation. If Hanyu followed the usual path, he'd never be able to stand against them in his lifetime."
Forget standing against them—if Hanyu had followed an ordinary path of cultivation, he might not even have made it past the ordeal of the Soul Split back then. He wouldn't have gotten to where he was now.
Yin Mang seemed thoughtful. As veteran