The flame gave off a dim glimmer, fragile and pure, like a newborn infant.
The lamp beneath it was even more battered, its surface covered in a spiderweb of cracks. Yet no one dared treat it lightly, for this was the Soul Lamp of Li Chen, a grandmaster of his generation and a Puppet Dao Titan, an object that signified both his life-or-death status and the nature of his divine soul.
Soon, the grandmasters of the Puppet Dao gathered there to examine it together.
Unlike their last gathering, there was now one more Puppet Dao Grandmaster among them: a figure of peerless feminine beauty dressed in gauze, a faint pink glow radiating around him as though he exuded boundless charm.
He... was none other than Youxuan!
"Hehe... so this is Fellow Daoist Li's Soul Lamp? I never imagined it would truly burn again."
His face was hidden behind a hazy veil. Not only that, his entire form seemed like a phantom, indistinct and elusive.
Youxuan gazed at the lamp covered in cracks, his eyes flickering. No one knew what he was thinking.
Han Tong glanced at him, his expression calm. "This proves that he truly isn't dead."
Ke Ruo said, "Over the years, we've used the Falsehood Divine Mirror many times to confirm his condition. On one occasion, we happened to hear the mirror state twice in succession that he was alive. Given its properties, there should be no doubt."
The Falsehood Divine Mirror was indeed an unusual treasure that was difficult to control. Its properties dictated that it would not answer according to their wishes.
However, under the principle of nine truths and one lie, if two consecutive statements both affirmed that Li Chen was alive, then he had to still be living.
Over the years, Ke Ruo had