The corpse and soul waiting here relaxed instantly when they caught Lin Yi's scent, their nerves, taut for days, finally easing as the weight in their hearts fell away.
Lin Yi had gone to the Ancestral Land and remained unheard from for several days, leaving them both deeply anxious.
They had feared that Lin Yi would find a solution to his cultivation troubles during this trip, then abandon them both.
Once the Seclusion Chamber fully sealed shut, the long-silent Bronze Coffin was the first to stir.
The coffin trembled faintly as a wisp of dense, murky corpse qi slowly seeped from its cracks. An ancient voice, hoarse and heavy, suddenly broke the room's silence. "Thou hast finally returned."
"I have pondered for a long time. There may be a method to resolve the conflict between the origins of thy forty-nine Star Cores and their inability to merge."
Lin Yi paused at those words, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
He had only been away for a few days, yet upon returning, he found that the Transforming Corpse—usually passive, reticent, and unwilling to involve itself—had become so proactive. It had actually taken the initiative to offer advice, which was truly unusual.
Before he could question it further, the floating Crystal Ball suddenly blazed with spiritual light. Tiny streams of light flickered rapidly as the Remnant Soul eagerly broke out of its dormant state and rushed to claim credit. "Master! It was all my doing! I spent day and night persuading that stinking thing!"
The Remnant Soul manifested as the sphere shook continuously, grumbling indignantly, "This old corpse had been hiding things all along! It clearly had the solution, yet refused to reveal a single word. It was simply too selfish, afraid that once Master had used up its value,