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"": "A Corpse-Liberation Immortal projected their spirit directly as a yin spirit.
No wonder none of the people of Three Miao Village could leave. The White Miao King had also failed at Corpse Liberation.
Thinking it over, the White Miao King had actually failed more completely. The Black Miao King had merely forgotten his purpose. If anything, he could be considered halfway successful, since he had already entered his body and simply could not break out of his cocoon.
The Black Miao King had even forgotten that he was supposed to eradicate the White Miao. All he wanted was to break Sacred Way Mountain's seal over the Three Miao mountain range and leave this place.
He was a practitioner who had not even achieved emergence from darkness. His Gu Arts had admittedly reached a certain level, but the gulf between him and a Corpse-Liberation Immortal was far greater than a hundred thousand miles. How could he help a Corpse-Liberation Immortal gather their soul and return it to their body?
That heart-pounding unease grew stronger. Luo Bin had absolutely no idea what to do, yet from Miao Ji's eyes, this seemed to be his last hope.
It was not just Miao Ji. Miao Zhi wore exactly the same expression.
The resolve to die gradually faded from Miao Shan's eyes, replaced by intense hope.
Luo Bin could not bring himself to refuse.
Was this the unseen working of fate?
As a soul fragment of the Tomb Guardian, he had been taken by Gu Shanhong to be reincarnated.
Yuan Tianshu had schemed endlessly, and Yuan Yinxin had intervened. In their contest, he had been a pawn for them to manipulate at will.
The Old Miao King of Three Perils Mountain had accepted him and taught him the Gu Arts.