After hearing Doehring Cowart's words, Zhao Nan fell silent.
Zhao Nan had now confirmed his earlier guess, but it all seemed so strange that he still couldn't make sense of many things. He was completely at a loss.
After a long while, Zhao Nan came back to himself and said to Doehring Cowart, "Doehring, would you mind if I took a look at your current condition?"
Doehring Cowart didn't seem to mind. He nodded at Zhao Nan. "Of course.
"Is there anything I need to do?"
Zhao Nan shook his head. "No, I can do it myself.
"You know that I cultivate the Laws of Fate. You're giving me a very strange feeling right now, and I want to find out why."
"Haha, go ahead, Lord Zhao Nan.
"But once you figure something out, could you tell me? I'd like to understand my situation too." Doehring Cowart immediately agreed, then made his request.
Everyone wanted to uncover the secrets of their own bodies.
Doehring Cowart was intensely curious about the changes he had undergone, too.
Zhao Nan didn't say anything more. He simply nodded to show his agreement, then placed a hand on Doehring Cowart's shoulder. His soul power spread out at once as he examined Doehring Cowart's condition.
He first examined the body Doehring Cowart had just condensed, but found nothing unusual.
Zhao Nan hadn't expected to find much in Doehring Cowart's divine body.
After so many years of cultivation, his conversations with Beirut, and what he had read in the original story, Zhao Nan understood that in the Coiling Dragon World, the soul was most important, bloodline came second, and the body came last.
After examining Doehring Cowart's divine body, Zhao Nan turned his soul power toward the soul that had taken up residence in the Godhead.
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