Thud!
Xie Qiming's head, his eyes still wide in death, fell to the ground.
A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator might indeed possess the ability to have their soul possess another body, but that required them to still have spiritual power enough to sustain the basic functions.
Ye Xiu's barrage of slaps had long since utterly destroyed his meridians. The subsequent execution had further drained the last spiritual power Xie Qiming had stored in his body. With his dantian destroyed, once his head was severed, his death was already certain.
Sikong Xue's hand trembled slightly.
She did not know how to describe what she was feeling at this moment. She only felt as though a flame that had been extinguished in her heart for a long time had begun to burn once more.
Just how could she recreate the glory of the past?
Sikong Xue had asked herself that question through countless nights.
More than once, she had lamented the frailty of her talent and the weakness of her will. Her circumstances were clearly countless times better than when her father had clawed his way through a sea of blood with nothing to his name, yet all she could do in reality was watch everything decline.
No matter how much she gave and shared, there were fewer and fewer people by her side. Every one of them was filled with gratitude, yet when it came to truly staying the course and changing this land with her, no one had ever been able to persist until the end.
But now, as she looked at the fervent gazes fixed upon her, Sikong Xue felt that no matter what she did, these people would be able to follow her all the way from here on.
"The quality of the conditions you offer merely changes