Mu Yunge did not know what to make of what had happened before her eyes.
The skeleton before her was the founding ancestor of her own Penglai Immortal Mountain, though she felt more disgust than reverence toward her.
Yet what Ouyang had just done inevitably made Mu Yunge feel a little sorry for her ancestor.
First her head had been taken off, then kicked around like a ball, and finally two of her fingers had been snapped off.
To have been dead for so many years and still be tormented like this-her ancestor really was unfortunate.
Supporting Bai Feiyu, Ouyang asked tentatively, "Did that old beggar you met tell you what to do about an Immortal's possession?"
Bai Feiyu rolled his eyes. "That senior didn't know everything. How could he possibly know what to do about an Immortal's possession?"
Seeing the disappointment in Ouyang's eyes, Bai Feiyu could not help explaining, "Although I don't know what to do, that senior did say that Immortals are different from cultivators. A cultivator's Divine Soul merely leaves their physical body and resides upon their Spirit Platform, becoming an existence capable of truly perceiving the Dao."
"As for Immortals..." Bai Feiyu paused. "Their Divine Souls are scoured by the Dao and transform into True Spirits, or what this master's wife called Immortal Spirits. Their True Spirits leap beyond the Three Realms and dwell within the Dao, undying and indestructible!"
Bai Feiyu spoke vaguely, seemingly concealing something on purpose, but those few words alone exploded like thunder in Mu Yunge's ears.
What tremendous fortune Little Bai had, to have encountered a great cultivator living in seclusion as a beggar!
For ten thousand years, cultivators had reached no higher than Tribulation Transcendence, unable to attain Dao Integration and become Immortals, and the methods of attaining immortality