Having said this much, the Demonic Cultivator Body no longer held much hope for the Tiandao Palace Holy Son deep down.
Naturally, he did not hold much hope for the "Daoist Tianshan" before him or Su Shi'er present here either.
Still, suppressing the worry in his heart, he began questioning Su Shi'er.
"If the Devil Race's plan is truly as I suspect, then I dare not claim that I can certainly help you resolve this crisis.
"I can only say that there may be a chance for you to preserve a sliver of life."
Su Shi'er continued speaking.
After arriving at this conclusion, he too was frantically thinking of how to resolve the crisis facing the Demonic Cultivator Body.
He did not particularly care whether the Demonic Cultivator Body lived or died, but the situation was crystal clear.
Looking further ahead, helping the Demonic Cultivator Body would affect the Devil Race's plans.
Looking nearer at hand, it would turn an enemy into an ally on the spot, becoming a powerful aid against the Tiandao Palace Holy Son.
No matter how he looked at it, he had to take this matter seriously.
"A chance to preserve a sliver of life? How?" The Demonic Cultivator Body's expression tightened as he hurriedly asked.
Though he did not completely believe Su Shi'er's analysis, he believed more than half of it.
Under such circumstances, even he himself had no confidence that he could fully preserve his life.
Yet the "Daoist Tianshan" before him claimed there was a sliver of hope. He could not help but be tempted.
"Use a Primordial Spirit cultivation secret art to strengthen your own soul, then find a way to hide away part of it.
"That way, even if that terrifying being's consciousness descends someday, you can preserve part of your