Song Wen did not disperse the golden liquid before him, nor did he hurl it at the dragon soul. He merely watched it quietly, waiting for it to continue.
The dragon soul said, "What I said earlier was not a lie. The layers upon layers of restrictions here were indeed naturally formed by heaven and earth. Therefore, if you wish to break the restrictions of this place, that is nothing but a fool's dream. At least... I do not know how."
At that moment, it suddenly noticed Song Wen's expression gradually turning icy, while the mass of golden liquid edged two points closer. It hurriedly continued.
"Although the restrictions cannot be broken, there is a way to leave this place."
"First, let the divine soul leave the body and seek helpers outside to rescue the physical body. Though the Rift Valley has restrictions that imprison spiritual power, there are none outside it. One need only activate a magical treasure such as a rope or chain beyond the Rift Valley, let one end hang down to the bottom, then bind the physical body and drag it out of the valley."
Upon hearing this, Song Wen felt that the dragon soul's words were not without reason, but he believed the plan sounded simple while being exceedingly difficult in practice.
After the divine soul left the body, its strength would be greatly diminished. Let alone facing cultivators of the same realm, even against cultivators one major realm lower, he might still stumble and fall if they possessed certain special magical treasures or secret arts.
And how could he find someone who was willing to help of their own accord?
Moreover, Burial Dragon Abyss was at least several thousand li deep. Ordinary cultivators' magical treasures could not possibly extend so far. Perhaps only magical