"Mutual tribulations..."
Chen Nianzhi sensed the intent of heaven and earth, yet remained silent, standing there quietly.
After a long while, he suppressed the drifting thoughts in his heart and continued softly, "My disciple's soul was scattered and destroyed. Is there still a chance to save him?"
The will of heaven and earth remained silent. After a long time, it finally said, "Ye Qingfeng once made a great vow: as long as the Blood Sea remained uncleansed, he would not become immortal. A wisp of his will remains entrusted within the Eastern Wasteland Blood Sea."
"But his true spirit has likely already entered the netherworld. To use that insignificant wisp of will to call back his true spirit and reassemble his Primordial Spirit will not be easy."
Chen Nianzhi frowned slightly. All living beings between heaven and earth possessed three treasures: the physical body, the soul, and the true spirit.
The physical body was precious. It was the vessel that carried one's consciousness through the mortal world, able to bear a cultivator's divine soul and Primordial Spirit. Before attaining the Dao and becoming immortal, it was an indispensable raft for crossing the world.
The divine soul was where the consciousness of all living beings resided, with the life soul as its core. Once it merged with the heavenly and earthly souls, it could form a cultivator's Primordial Spirit.
This divine soul was where a cultivator's Dao Fruit lay, and it was also their foundation. Once the divine soul was lost, the body left behind was no more than an empty shell.
Thus, a cultivator's divine soul was of utmost importance. So long as it had not been utterly annihilated, even if only a wisp of remnant soul fell into reincarnation, there remained a possibility of recovering one's memories and finding