Watching Wang Siyuan casually take a seat, still frail and ghostlike in his ethereal manner, Meng Qi pondered for a moment before asking, "A way to reshape your Dharma Body without leaving hidden dangers?"
If there was such a method, why had Lady Sanxiao never returned to her former state after escaping the Investiture of the Gods and reshaping her Dharma Body? Why had she left behind a lineage that lasted less than a thousand years before they all passed away one after another?
Wang Siyuan raised his right fist to his lips and spoke softly. "There aren't many such methods. Most require advance preparation and are a kind of alternative life-saving measure, with a time limit. They're no use in an emergency. The fall of the Heavenly Court happened suddenly and was somewhat beyond anyone's control. The true spirits that escaped the Investiture of the Gods were often delayed, and things usually didn't end well for them."
He gave a quiet laugh. "But most of them may not have truly perished for good. If the Other Shore Great Figures' struggles had ended differently, many could have come back to life. They might have traveled back to a time before the Heavenly Court fell, made preparations in advance, then deceived Heaven and weathered every tribulation, remaining hidden to this day."
He seemed to know exactly what Meng Qi was thinking.
"You relied on that hazy, chaotic pearl and the strange thread of karmic connection attached to my body?" Meng Qi asked, giving a slight nod.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Meng Qi felt a sudden stir in his heart. He abruptly looked south, both delighted and puzzled. "Senior Brother Qi has attained the Dharma Body? The Devil Lord didn't impose any control on him? No, the Devil