Qian Ningshuang, a transmigrator, had quite a lot of things inside her body.
A Holy Sword Durandal, a Stigmata Space, and an Abyss Flower.
There was no need to mention Holy Sword Durandal. She could not enter the Stigmata Space now either, and if she did, she would immediately be reduced to ashes.
As for why Abyss Flower was still inside her despite having become her Martial Soul, that was simple: her Martial Soul was merely a projection of Abyss Flower.
At first, she had thought her Martial Soul truly was Abyss Flower. Only later did she understand—dream on. If Abyss Flower had really become her weapon, she could have charged straight into the God Realm. Why would she still be wandering around down here?
Abyss Flower contained the Core of Death. Her body could not withstand it becoming her Martial Soul. If she could withstand it, she would not need to imitate these Spirit Masters and absorb Spirit Rings. After all, the Core of Death was equivalent to the God Core of a Super God King in this world. As for how much stronger it was, she did not know. Would she still need to obey the Spirit Ring rules created by the God Realm's meddling then?
The Abyss Flower she used had always been a projection of the Abyss Flower within her body. It sounded a little convoluted, but that was how it was.
Still, while her body could not support Abyss Flower itself, borrowing a little of its death energy and life energy was possible.
Looking at the pitiful little Snow Leopard, Qian Ningshuang sighed again.
It was fine that she had been kicked out by the big shots inside her. She did not like having so many things in her body that they could play mahjong,