"Must it be a deity's ashes for you to rebuild your body?"
The Eldest Princess had only asked one more question when a surge of baleful aura blasted her away. Fortunately, A Shu moved swiftly enough to catch her.
But the blow had badly frightened the Eldest Princess. Her face had gone faintly pale, and her chest ached from the force.
The Demon God before her did not spare her so much as a glance.
A mere wisp of divine soul could wield such power without lifting a finger. The Eldest Princess dared not imagine how powerful Jiyan would be once he returned to life.
She sensed a profound threat emanating from this Demon God, and unease began to stir in her heart.
The King of Nanmei, by contrast, had already lost his head to dreams of unifying the world and living as long as heaven itself. He was fawning over Jiyan.
"Elder sister, whatever Lord Demon God wants, we should simply give it to him. Don't ask so many questions," the King of Nanmei told the Eldest Princess.
The Eldest Princess pressed her lips together without speaking, but her fingers gripped A Shu's arm tightly.
A Shu could feel the Eldest Princess trembling slightly.
Jiyan slowly raised his eyes to look at them and said in a low voice, "There are countless ways to return to life. I insist on using his ashes."
Using that old man from the Mystic Sect's ashes as the framework for his resurrection would not only let him forge a new body impervious to blades and spears.
It would also disgust the old man from the Mystic Sect.
Back then, the old man had been willing to perish alongside him just to seal him away.
If the old man's divine soul learned that he