Hearing Yichu's firm resolve, Chu Mo nodded silently.
Whatever else might be said, every Fuli Cultivator regarded life and death as commonplace, and splendor and wealth as passing clouds. Even that lot from Great Evolution, who placed such weight on legitimate and secondary lines, closeness of kinship, rank and station, faced death with remarkable ease.
They were combative by nature, revered martial prowess, and set their hearts on seeking the Dao and truth.
After a brief moment of reflection, he raised a hand and pointed at the Reincarnation Disc.
The Reincarnation Disc suddenly blazed with light. The two energies of Yin and Yang intertwined as they descended, forming a black-and-white pillar of light that fell upon Yichu. In an instant, Yichu's Dharma Body began to crumble and dissipate.
Every foundation of his cultivation in this life was stripped away. His Dao attainment, magical power, profound mysteries, and even his Remnant Husk all returned to heaven and earth at that moment.
"After reincarnating, you will retain your memories of this life. When you begin cultivating, someone will come to bring you into the Mountain Gate."
Chu Mo's voice reached Yichu's fading consciousness. Yichu wanted to answer, but could no longer make a sound. His figure grew fainter and fainter, until it finally became a wisp of true spirit and drifted toward the Reincarnation Disc.
Just as that wisp of true spirit was about to be swallowed, Chu Mo suddenly reached out, gathered a trace of the origin essence Yichu had left behind, and flicked it into his true spirit.
The true spirit grew slightly stronger, then vanished into reincarnation the next moment.
"Consider this a small return on your investment. With better talent in your next life, you can be of some help to me as well."
Chu Mo spoke calmly.