Inside the Great Luo Sword Embryo, in the Receiving Hall within the Rotten Wooden Box, the habitual grin and nonchalance vanished from Emperor Bone Brother's face.
Silently, he replaced the tea in his hand with strong liquor and drained it in one gulp.
"Old Dragon, Old Thunder, Flying Fish... in the blink of an eye, you were all gone."
"Even though I watched you die, when I woke up, I still instinctively thought you were alive."
"To think my promise to take you back to support The Heavens would be delayed like this..."
Immortal Emperor Taicang offered a distant salute to a stretch of empty space and poured his liquor out before him. It evaporated into thin air, whether stripped of its creation or carried off to some unknown distance.
"I hope that little ghost brings back something useful. Otherwise, I really have no confidence in killing that fellow."
Immortal Emperor Taicang's gaze grew unfocused, peering straight into the River of Time outside. He saw the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin falling from the Great Luo Sword Embryo, and the Rotten Wooden Box carrying his Primordial Spirit being drawn over out of thin air.
"It looks as though the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin stirred. Was the one at the end of the path who tampered with that little ghost the coffin's owner? Joining my Primordial Spirit with my flesh actually restored all the memories I lost after severing my own Primordial Spirit. The problem probably isn't in this refuge of mine, but in the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin."
"The Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin was activated, accelerating my body's recovery and nourishing my Primordial Spirit along the way, allowing it to instinctively awaken lost memories from the years. Why would that thing have this effect, actually speeding up my recovery?"
"You brat