"Without the protection of this body, the moment his remnant soul—already eroded by the Netherworld Laws—is exposed to the laws of the Living World, the Heavenly Dao will treat him as an aberration and strike him down without leaving a speck behind!"
"Elder, you wouldn't be saving him. You'd be cutting off his last path to survival with your own hands!"
As a disciple of the orthodox Daoist School, Lin Xuanshu understood the principles of yin and yang. He knew that the heart of any soul-restoration art was its vessel.
Without a vessel, a soul was water without a source, a tree without roots. Beneath the blazing might of heaven, it could only be reduced to ash.
"The young Daoist is right!"
Boom! Peerless Grandmaster Ye Ducheng stamped a foot into the ground. Like an enraged lion, he sent his almost tangible Sky-Piercing Astral Qi surging outward, forcing the surrounding Yin Baleful Intent and Death Qi back dozens of yards.
Ye Ducheng glared at Meng Po with eyes like bronze bells. The terrifying pressure rolling off him even sent ripples through the surrounding space.
"Old woman, have you spent so long in the Netherworld that the River of Forgetfulness has soaked your brain rotten?!"
"I came all this way and risked my old life protecting you because I wanted to keep that Qin Zhong boy alive! Because I wanted to leave the Great Xin Dynasty a spark that could defy heaven and change its fate!"
"And now you want Li Xiang to split this body apart?"
Through gritted teeth, Ye Ducheng said each word distinctly. "Once the body is gone, where will his soul go? Do you think restoring a soul is a children's game? That you can just mold a clay doll and make do?!"
"If you don't explain