The Three Mounds and Five Canons.
Libationer Green Mountain threw away the Primordial Talisman in his hand. It turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished.
It was at that very moment.
Libationer Green Mountain was divided into several pieces.
Each piece was completely separated from the others.
Not a trace of life flowed between them. He had been "dismembered."
"One dies, one lives. As long as one of you can still talk, that's enough!"
The death the corpse spoke of was not mere destruction of the physical body. If that were all, then never mind figures like Libationer Green Mountain, Zhang Daoling, or Lin Feng.
Even some Uncanny beings from the assorted schools and walks of life could bring someone "back from the dead."
Although the advantages and drawbacks of this "resurrection" were equally apparent, at least there was still a "form"—both "spirit" and form.
Using this "spirit" and "form" as a catalyst alone, one could employ all manner of Soul Summoning spells to call someone back.
But if no one could even remember a person's name.
Then, over time, that person would disappear.
Never mind secret Soul Summoning arts.
Even a Nine-Turn Golden Core could not bring back something that did not exist.
The corpse inside the Coffin was vicious beyond measure. Every move he made was lethal.
Yet, once he had done all this, everything rewound.
That span of time was sliced out.
Reset.
Libationer Green Mountain appeared in the same spot again, only this time, the corpse had yet to emerge from the Coffin.
Libationer Green Mountain looked at the "vanished" Primordial Talisman, his gaze exceptionally grave.
He knew these slices of time could not continue indefinitely. Rewinding again and again like this was dancing on a knife's edge. The moment the Primordial Talisman's lingering blessing