Indeed.
Although Cheng Buzheng's wisp of consciousness could easily control a fourth-rank Purgatory Fiend, each time he cast the secret art anew...
The power of this wisp of consciousness weakened by a fraction.
This was precisely the price required to cast this secret art.
At the current strength of this wisp of consciousness, after changing physical bodies several times...
It could no longer endure for very long.
At most, he could cast the secret art another six times.
That amounted to roughly three more years.
Once the time came!
This wisp of consciousness would vanish into smoke and ashes, utterly extinguished.
Originally!
This wisp of Cheng Buzheng's consciousness could have endured another nine years.
Unfortunately, three years ago...
He had refined half of this wisp of consciousness into a guiding beacon and left it in the Blood Sacred Treasure Vault.
At this thought, Cheng Buzheng could not help but sigh.
"Forget it!
There is no use thinking too much about it now. I should try my utmost to gather information within these three years!"
"If that truly does not work, once the time comes...
At worst, I'll have the dharma body arrange for a living puppet to infiltrate Purgatory Continent again!
As long as it does not make a move against the Blood Sacred Treasure Vault, the defenses there should not change too greatly, right?"
After quietly calculating for a while...
Cheng Buzheng's wisp of consciousness controlled the new living puppet and made its way toward the quiet chamber at the rear with practiced ease.
Opening the familiar door of the quiet chamber, Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged on the stone bed, closed his eyes, and began circulating the secret art to strengthen the connection between this wisp of consciousness and this physical body.
This would prevent the conflicts between his