"Agreed!"
After hearing Guo Jia’s words, Qin Wudao nodded frequently. If this thod were implented, the sacred lands on the continent would have no reason to cause trouble for the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court—indeed, they likely wouldn’t dare.
This was, after all, a chaotic era marked by ceaseless wars and the fall of many powerful individuals. Their fleeing souls often clung precariously to existence, only to die filled with regret.
Powerful Martial Artists could sustain their souls for quite so ti, even if their physical bodies had perished.
The souls of those in the Saint Realm could maintain their form for several days, though they would appear weak and insubstantial.
Souls from the Great Emperor Realm, however, were as substantial as a physical body, retained full consciousness, and could persist for many years.
Of course, alchemists’ souls were the most resilient. Yellow-rank souls could persist for a year, and the most powerful Heaven-rank souls could last for a millennium.
"But there is a problem now. Who should we find to perform the ’Remnant Soul Resurrection Technique’?"
Qin Wudao’s tightly furrowed brow eased slightly, but he hadn’t fully relaxed. Souls couldn’t be preserved indefinitely. Finding a suitable, and notably, well-known individual to perform the ’Remnant Soul Resurrection Technique’ on short notice would be quite challenging.
"This..." Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, and the others hesitated, shaking their heads before turning their gazes toward Jia Xu and Li Ru.
"Your Majesty, I know of one person, though he may not be willing to co," Li Ru said after a mont of thought, cupping his hands. "Chu Renjie, the Pill Saint, Pavilion Master of the Elixir Pavilion under the Alliance of Ten Thousand Laws from its eighth era, is currently in the state of a remnant soul."
As he was in charge of the Abyss Guards, he had detailed knowledge of the continent’s experts, including Chu Renjie.
Speaking of Chu Renjie, he was a legendary figure. Since primordial tis, he was the only known individual to have refined a Saint Pill. Unfortunately, he later t with disaster and was reduced to a remnant soul.
"The eighth era? How did he survive until now?"
Qin Wudao and the others were dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.
"It is said that the Alliance of Ten Thousand Laws possesses a remarkably powerful treasure capable of preserving the souls of the deceased. That’s how Chu Renjie has managed to survive until now," Li Ru explained.
Initially, he too found it incredible that soone could survive for an entire era in soul form. After all, fifty million years was an imnse span of ti. Later, he dispatched the Abyss Guards to investigate the matter, and they eventually uncovered the truth behind it.
"In that case, we shall invite Chu Renjie. Let the sacred lands of the continent witness this resurrection thod!" Qin Wudao nodded, settling on Chu Renjie. He then said to Hua Tuo and the others, "Next, we will have to trouble you!"
The Remnant Soul Resurrection Technique required the combined efforts of three Imperial Physicians, a testant to its extre difficulty.
"It is our honor to serve the Qin Dynasty and alleviate Your Majesty’s concerns!" Hua Tuo and the other two Imperial Physicians bowed respectfully.
When national interests were at stake, all their actions had to serve the Qin Dynasty. No matter how difficult the challenge, they were obligated to overco it.
After the eting, Zhuge Liang, in his capacity as Pri Minister of the Qin Dynasty, formally extended an invitation to Chu Renjie of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Laws for treatnt. He also cordially invited all major powers to witness the procedure.
At this ti, intelligence agents from all the major sacred lands were closely monitoring every move the Qin Dynasty made. Upon learning this news, they imdiately relayed it back to their respective factions.
The continent was in an uproar!
"Isn’t Chu Renjie a remnant soul? How can he be healed?"
In the Ninefold Saint Court, Dongfang Wenda looked at the report, filled with doubts. He was certainly aware of Chu Renjie, the Pill Saint. The man was considered as good as dead; maintaining his soul and preventing its dispersal required an enormous daily expenditure of resources. As for healing him? Unless a Daluo Golden Immortal personally intervened, it was utterly impossible!
At the Saint Heaven Institute, the Truth-Seeking Elder reclined on a rocking chair. He set the report aside, closed his eyes, and spoke no further. It seems the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court has discerned our designs on their resurrection thod; otherwise, they wouldn’t be offering to treat Chu Renjie. No one knew what he was truly thinking at that mont.
Inside the Heretic God Sect, a trace of disappointnt flickered across the Emperor of Dry Bones’ features. "Interesting. Is the Qin Dynasty planning to demonstrate their resurrection thod in front of all the continent’s sacred lands?" He had hoped to use the Qin Dynasty’s resurrection thod to save a prodigy of his lineage, but now it seed unlikely. Indeed, how could such a thing as a resurrection thod truly exist in this world?
...
「Middle Region—Saint Pill Domain!」
This was the headquarters of the Elixir Pavilion, a mber of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Laws, and also the preeminent sanctuary for alchemists throughout the world. Countless alchemists undertook arduous journeys from afar, all for the chance to study within the Saint Pill Domain.
Within this domain stood nurous prominent alchemy sects: the Pill Ding Sect, masters of fire control; the Spirit Gate, experts in soul-based thods; the Skilled Pill Sect, renowned for its specialized techniques; and the Elixir Pavilion, which integrated the strengths of all schools.
Among these sects, the Elixir Pavilion was the most distinguished, boasting several Heaven-rank alchemists and honored as the seat of the Pill Saint himself.
The Elixir Pavilion was nestled amidst a range of towering mountains where spiritual trees ford a lush canopy and spiritual dicines carpeted the slopes. A spiritual mist coiled through the air, carrying the dense fragrance of refined pills far and wide.
On Saint Pill Peak, outside an ancient Stone Palace, Chu Changfei, the Pavilion Master of the Elixir Pavilion, sat on the stone steps, sighing. His expression was tinged with sorrow.
"Ancestor, is it... still not working?" Chu Changfei muttered, his handso face etched with unwillingness.
He had a youthful appearance and was dressed in sky-blue robes; at first glance, he seed no older than twenty. In reality, he was over sixty million years old. The reason he was able to maintain his youthful appearance was that he had consud a Saint Pill when he was eighteen!
The Saint Pill, a tier between Heaven-rank pills and Immortal-rank pills, possessed the miraculous power to reverse decay and was exceedingly potent.
At the ti he consud the Saint Pill, Chu Renjie was still alive.
A fragrant breeze heralded the arrival of a young woman before Chu Changfei. "Father, how is the Ancestor?" she asked. She wore a black gauze skirt, her features delicate with a classic oval face and upturned, phoenix-like eyes. Her long hair cascaded to her waist, accentuating her graceful figure.
Her na was Chu Miaoyu, the most outstanding descendant of the Chu family. Born with the innate spiritual power of a Yellow-rank soul, she was now an Earth-rank Alchemist, having broken the record as the youngest to achieve this rank since primordial tis. Her talent was so exceptional that even the Eternal Temple, which had historically never recruited disciples from outside its own, broke precedent to send her an invitation.
"He’s completely depleted. Even Heaven-rank pills can no longer sustain his soul!" Chu Changfei said, his voice laced with pain.
Over the past century, they had exhausted every conceivable thod. The resources expended would have been sufficient to establish an entirely new sacred land, yet they had still failed.
Chu Miaoyu’s eyes dimd. Though she had never t Chu Renjie in person, she had grown up hearing the tales of his legendary exploits. She felt a deep kinship with this ancestor who, despite his ethereal presence, now seed on the verge of departing for good.
Chu Changfei waved his hand dejectedly. "Pass down the orders. Prepare for the funeral," he said, his voice heavy. "The Ancestor... probably has about a month left."
Chu Miaoyu nodded solemnly and bowed respectfully towards the Stone Palace. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a figure approaching rapidly.
"Pavilion Master, an invitation from the Saint’s Court of the Qin Dynasty has arrived! They say... they say they can resurrect the Ancestor!"
The approaching figure was the Great Elder of the Elixir Pavilion, responsible for managing the sect’s affairs. In everyone’s impression, he was the epito of maturity and composure, soone who had never lost his bearing.
This ti, however, he had.
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