Chen Lin waited for quite a while.
But the Red-Haired Mouse did not answer.
Seeing this, he simply asked outright, "Lord Rat King, do you know a way for the fleshly body to survive on its own?"
The Red-Haired Mouse emerged from his daze.
He looked at Chen Lin and said, "You really intend to undergo soul dissolution?"
"That's right."
Chen Lin's attitude was firm.
"To be frank, Lord Rat King, I primarily cultivate the soul path. Soul dissolution is an unavoidable step. No matter how difficult it is, I have to try."
"The soul path is no easy road to walk."
The Red-Haired Mouse shook his head.
He thought for a moment.
Then he plucked a whisker from his muzzle and flicked it lightly, turning it into a streak of red light that flew before Chen Lin.
"I can give you the secret method, but you must promise me something too. If you make it out alive and meet the Soulless Patriarch again, give him this whisker."
"Agreed."
"Provided I can take it out with me."
Chen Lin clarified that first, then caught the mouse whisker.
After examining it and finding nothing unusual, he sealed it and put it away.
The Red-Haired Mouse sighed.
"If you can't take it out, then it wasn't meant to be. Don't worry about it. But I must warn you: the Consciousness Transfer Technique is dangerous too. It's best not to use it unless you have to."
As he spoke,
a light particle drifted out from between his brows and floated unsteadily toward Chen Lin.
Chen Lin's eyes flickered.
He still did not dare absorb it directly. Instead, he first separated his true soul body and used that to absorb the light particle.
"Heh."
The Red-Haired Mouse rolled his eyes.
Chen Lin ignored him.