Qin De suddenly froze.
He seemed like a drowning man clinging desperately to his last straw.
"I've been hit by the bell curse, I'm destined to die."
"My soul cannot be preserved. The physical body no longer matters."
"But maybe I can fake my death using the Golden Core to escape!"
"No, the Golden Core isn't enough, it must at least be a Nascent Soul!"
If a cultivator attains the Nascent Soul, it's akin to acquiring a second life. Even if the soul and body are utterly destroyed, the Nascent Soul can possess another body and endure in the world.
"My Golden Core cultivation isn't at its peak, but Song Taosheng's is!"
Ordinarily, one cannot break another's Golden Core to form one's own Nascent Soul.
But Qin De's situation was very special—he possessed the Ultimate Grade "Ten Thousand Methods of Falling Demon Technique." This demonic skill could refine all the arts of the world into his own version.
