Even after leaving the third floor of the Sea God Pavilion with the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Mu En had promised him back then, Chen Ping did not feel at ease.
Before leaving, he had examined Mu En's body. The results could only be described as riddled with holes, a sight that chilled the heart.
Under the twin onslaughts of age and Dragon Core Baleful Qi, the organs throughout Mu En's body had become as fragile as waterlogged paper, flaking away at a rub and falling apart at a touch.
His flesh, his bones, even his soul.
Not a single part was intact.
Not a single part was uninjured.
With his body in such a state, it was hard to imagine how this old man, one foot already in the grave, had managed to hold on for over a hundred years.
What an indomitable force of will that must have taken!
Mu En's physical condition now closely resembled that of the people in Chen Ping's previous life who had swallowed pesticide to kill themselves. His lungs had already developed irreversible fibrosis. Bringing someone like that back to life was as difficult as turning a cooked steak back into raw meat.
Even Chen Ping's Gold of Life Carving Knife was utterly powerless against Mu En's current condition.
This was no longer as simple as a body suffering damage and needing life force to accelerate its recovery. With the passage of time, Mu En's body had gradually become something that could hardly be called a body anymore.
It was like a scarecrow with a large hole in its belly. People would think to repair it by stuffing more straw inside, not by finding a way to make the missing straw grow back. Mu En's body was much the same.
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