Champion Marquis Huo Qing wiped the blade of the Three-foot Prince, then looked at Lu Mingyuan, who was staring blankly at the coffin before him. He sighed and said,
"My condolences."
Lu Mingyuan’s gaze was distant as he said woodenly,
"The ancients often said: ’What passes is like this, yet it never truly goes. What waxes and wanes is like that, yet it never truly diminishes or grows.’"
"Everything that passes, like the river’s water and the waxing and waning moon, doesn’t disappear just because it flows away. It is still the sa river. It doesn’t change because the moon is full or new; it is still the sa bright moon."
"So, that ans Elder Mr. Qi is still alive in this world. He hasn’t truly died, right?"
"Which ancient sage said that? I can’t say I’ve ever heard it."
The Champion Marquis carefully considered these words and found they contained a hint of the Dao’s profoundness.
He had a good idea what Lu Mingyuan was thinking. In a deep voice, he said,
"Your Highness, if you wish to resurrect Elder Mr. Qi, I’m afraid you will need to reach a much higher Realm."
Nearby, Master Bai Yue, duster in hand, materialized and echoed the sentint. "Indeed. From ancient tis to the present, bringing the dead back to life—performing such a heaven-defying Technique to Change Destiny—has always co at a trendous cost."
"Elder Mr. Qi was a great Saint and Sage. The price for him, naturally, will be much higher."
"What price?" Lu Mingyuan asked, a glimr of hope in his eyes.
Master Bai Yue explained directly,
"If death has only just occurred, one could substitute thousands of years of Dao Practice to perform the Soul Summoning Technique. All that is needed is a new Flesh Body for it to succeed. This is the simplest thod, but the cost is still imnse. The Dao Practice required to resurrect a Saint and Sage... I fear only a peak existence of the Upper Three Grades could manage it."
"Moreover, Elder Mr. Qi has been dead for so ti. His Divine Soul, which once wandered between heaven and earth, has already scattered in all directions. This thod would be quite difficult to implent."
"What if a wisp of his Divine Soul remains?" Lu Mingyuan asked again.
Seeing His Highness’s anxiety, Master Bai Yue knew he shouldn’t keep him in suspense and continued,
"If there is a remnant of the Divine Soul, there is a second thod: the Technique of reforging the Divine Soul and rebirthing the Flesh Body. However, this is even more difficult than the first. It requires the assistance of a powerful Qi Cultivator and the aid of a Soul Summoning Artifact to succeed."
Master Bai Yue glanced at the coffin and sighed, unable to bear it.
"From what I can see of Elder Mr. Qi, both his Divine Soul and Flesh Body are incomplete. After his Dao scattered, his flesh and blood were devoured by soone. You would need to implent both thods together: first reforge the Flesh Body, then re-condense the Divine Soul, and finally use the Rebirth Technique. The cost... I’m afraid without multiple peak Fourteenth Realm experts acting as the casters, success would be nearly impossible."
With every word Master Bai Yue spoke, Lu Mingyuan’s heart grew a little heavier.
Back then, Princess Consort Ning had also perished, her body dead and her Dao dissipated.
But the Military Saint still found a way to bring her back to life.
This was likely related to her low Cultivation. Princess Consort Ning’s Cultivation was only at the Eighth Realm, yet the Court and the Military Saint still paid a trendous price to reforge her Flesh Body and preserve enough of her Soul Lamp.
But Qi Xingyan was a peak Twelfth Realm Saint and Sage. To resurrect him, only a Great Cultivator of the Upper Three Grades would be capable of it.
Thinking of this, Lu Mingyuan’s gaze fell once more upon the half-dead Blood Burial Duke, now filled with sharp killing intent.
If not for this bastard, Elder Mr. Qi would not have died.
"You had all best release at once, or you will invite an unimaginable disaster." The Blood Burial Duke was still stubbornly resisting, spouting outrageous threats.
However, his aura and appearance had beco that of a decrepit old man, frail as decaying wood.
Lu Mingyuan’s eyes shifted to a group of captured Rakshasa Race soldiers and Generals not far away. He sent a faint telepathic ssage:
"Do you want to live?"
Dozens of Rakshasa Race Cultivators, both n and won, stood bound by a Daoist’s golden rope, unable to move a muscle.
"I hear you of the Rakshasa Race are fond of eating flesh, especially that of the Human Race. Originally, I would never have spared any of you, but now, I’ve decided to give you a chance to live."
Those dozens of Rakshasa Race Saint Kings knew full well that the Great Yan and the Holy Netherworld were as incompatible as fire and water. They were already prepared to die.
Who would have thought they would actually be given a chance to live?
Upon hearing this, so of the ugly Rakshasa n revealed looks of joy.
Lu Mingyuan continued, "This Duke of the Blood Race is considered a top-tier expert below the Upper Three Grades. There can’t be many experts like him in the Blood Race, right? If you eat his flesh, your Cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and the benefits will be endless."
"What? You want us to devour a Duke of the Blood Race? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Just kill us instead!" one of the beautiful and bewitching Rakshasa won shouted, terrified of the Blood Burial Duke’s reputation and utterly unwilling.
In the Holy Netherworld, the hierarchy was strict.
If they dared to defy a superior, it was a death sentence.
"Fine. As you wish."
Lu Mingyuan extended a hand from a distance. Ripples spread through the empty air, followed by a loud BANG.
The beautiful Rakshasa woman’s head instantly exploded, leaving a mist of blood hanging in the air.
A headless corpse slumped to the ground.
All the essence of her flesh and blood flowed into Lu Mingyuan’s body, raising his Cultivation to a higher level.
At the sa ti, a wisp of black Evil Qi coiled around Lu Mingyuan, warding off the residual Demonic Qi from all directions.
Instantly, the remaining mbers of the Rakshasa Race were terrified.
Master Bai Yue retracted the roots binding the Blood Burial Duke, which reford into his snow-white duster. His gaze was profound as he looked at Lu Mingyuan, then smiled faintly and said, "You all had best listen to His Highness. Eat the Blood Burial Duke, and I will release you. If you don’t, then your only option is death. Think it over carefully before you decide."
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