"Listen to yourself. Is that something a human would say? You beat us to death, and now you want to use our corpses?"
The Kun Peng Dao Ancestor stared incredulously at the flying immortal silhouette controlled by Emperor Bone Brother.
"...Well, you're already dead anyway. Might as well use you while you're warm. I am an Immortal Emperor, after all. I can reflect you back into existence and resurrect you later. It's an emergency right now. Taking some emergency measures to avert danger is perfectly normal." Emperor Bone Brother saw nothing wrong with it.
"You even want to use us while we're warm?" The Kun Peng Dao Ancestor's gaze grew stranger still.
"I think you're imagining some very dangerous things. You're even more perverted than I am," Emperor Bone Brother said darkly.
"...You're imagining things," the fragment of the Kun Peng Dao Ancestor's True Spirit said expressionlessly.
"Actually, going by what you said earlier, a mere fatal injury won't kill a Dao Ancestor. For a Dao Ancestor, a ruined body shouldn't be much different from losing some essence blood, right?" Chen Yao said from beside them.
He thought Emperor Bone Brother's actions looked utterly heaven-defying from an ordinary cultivator's perspective, but for powerful beings at the Dao Ancestor realm and above, they really were no big deal. The main issue was simply that, having risen from lower realms, they could easily find it hard to get past that mental hurdle.
"My son truly sees things clearly. Never mind the juniors of the human domain or those Immortal King brats. For a Dao Ancestor, losing a body is fundamentally no different from losing some Origin Essence Blood. You can't compare the petty troubles of lower realms with the outlook of higher realms. Old Flying Fish, broaden your horizons." The flying immortal