The Ancient Elixir glowed, Great Dao symbols leaping across it as everyone watched two elixirs enter the bodies of Second Under Heaven and the Imperial Dao Immortal Gold being.
The sound of scripture rang out, and light shone from between the brows of both bodies.
"Looks like it's working..." Kunpeng's Son muttered.
"After they take the elixirs, how will they come back to life? Will their True Spirits gather and new Primordial Spirits grow within their bodies?"
"If their Primordial Spirits are new, will they still be themselves?"
That was what troubled Kunpeng's Son: old bodies giving birth to new Primordial Spirits.
Would those new Primordial Spirits truly be Second Under Heaven and Immortal Gold Daoist, or new beings born from their bodies?
Would I still be me?
What could prove that I was myself?
"If their Primordial Spirits really dispersed but their True Spirits remain, then yes, it would work as you described," Meng Chuan said.
"But even if new Primordial Spirits are born, they will still be Second Under Heaven and Yellow Dao Immortal Gold Daoist."
"Their bodies are intact, they haven't passed utterly into oblivion, and they still have their Immortal King Realm cultivation and Dao Fruits. When they return, they will still be themselves."
An Immortal King's vitality was too tenacious. Their bodies and Dao Fruits recorded every detail of their lives, every trace of their origins.
With the Ancient Elixir, their True Spirits would gather again from their bodies. When their Primordial Spirits reappeared, they would be rebuilt upon those countless traces. They would still be themselves.
For more undying than the body, more eternal than the Primordial Spirit, was the Dao.
When beings below the True Immortal level died and their bodies gained sentience, the body would remain, but the spirit would be someone