"How could such a secret art exist?"
At this, Ji Jinglun looked as though Song Wen had spun a tale from the Arabian Nights. He continued,
"Everyone knows that when a cultivator's body suffers fatal injuries but their soul survives, they must either possess another body or reconstruct their own. Apart from those two methods, no secret art can bring someone back to life."
"It was merely an idle remark. You needn't take it seriously, Fellow Daoist Ji," Song Wen said.
Jiang Wanyue interjected,
"Now is not the time to discuss what this 'Nether Womb Palace' is. We should think of a way to open the stone door instead. Otherwise, we may well... enter a mountain of treasure only to return empty-handed."
Song Wen said, "I'm merely a rogue cultivator. This Corpse Puppet is the only thing I have worth showing, and I'm no expert in formations or restrictions. I'm afraid I'll have to rely on you two to break the restriction and open the stone door."
Ji Jinglun said, "I know a little about formations, but I can hardly call myself an expert. If Corpse Daoist Yin were here, he might be able to break the restriction on the stone door. His attainments in formations far surpass mine. Unfortunately, half a month ago, he suddenly left the Xiao Household alone, and no one knows where he went..."
At this point, Ji Jinglun seemed to realize something, and his voice cut off abruptly.
His tone suddenly grew more urgent as he pressed them,
"If either of you has a way to break the formation, stop holding it back and use it at once. Judging by that fissure in the Cave passage earlier, someone must have beaten us here and entered the Underground Palace long ago. If we delay too long,