Are you alive or dead?
Ye Qiu didn't dwell on the hairpin, but asked the question that had always intrigued him.
"If you consider death to be the demise of the physical body, then I should be considered dead."
If you think that only the death of the soul constitutes death, then I should still be alive.
So, do you think I'm alive or dead?
The female martial artist countered with a question.
Ye Qiu was speechless.
Ye Qiu couldn't define whether the death of the physical body or the death of the soul was the true meaning of death.
But Ye Qiu knew that this female martial arts immortal, Zhan You, was definitely a ruthless character.
Furthermore, Ye Qiu realized that his current location was somewhat strange.
To be precise, he felt that it wasn't his physical body that entered the Divine Ruins, but rather his consciousness that entered this place.
Therefore, in response to the female martial artist's question, Ye Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know, but your current behavior is making me very unhappy. You should demolish that large tomb as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to have a proper conversation."
“It can’t be demolished.” The female martial artist chuckled. “Don’t be so averse to the great tomb. The tomb is the final resting place for all living beings. With the great tomb there, it can preserve your last bit of peace and your last bit of hope. Isn’t that good?”
Ye Qiu was speechless and silently turned to leave.
But at this moment, the gate to the Divine Ruins was gone. Looking back, Ye Qiu saw not the gate, but a mysterious Chaos Platform.
On the platform, a figure sat cross-legged, surrounded by celestial dragons, exuding mystery.
But the more Ye Qiu looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. Wasn't this his own primordial spirit?
The next second, Ye Qiu suddenly realized.
One's own consciousness resides in one's own divine palace.
Meanwhile, Shenxu entered his own divine palace.
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu felt terrible.
Perhaps it was a deeply ingrained belief, but Ye Qiu always felt that this was very unlucky.
Just then, the female martial artist said quietly, "Would a chef ever complain about the taste of his own cooking?"
"What do you mean?" Ye Qiu didn't understand.
"The literal meaning," the female martial artist said. "The Divine Ruins have merged with you and will accompany you for a long time. Right now, you are essentially carrying a forbidden area on your back."
This is definitely good news for you.
"Why do this?" Ye Qiu couldn't understand.
"Don't ask, don't think, don't inquire, just let nature take its course," the female martial artist said.
Ye Qiu was speechless and plopped down on the ground.
The female martial artist's blurry figure seemed to be sitting on a grave mound, and she said in a gentle voice, "I noticed you seemed quite interested in Ling Dao before. Would you like to hear his story?"
"Not interested, don't want to hear it."
"Haha, it seems you're still holding a grudge about me building you a big tomb."
"Ye Qiu, let me put it this way: the tomb I built for you can absorb the fortune of these divine and demonic tombs, helping you reach the pinnacle of power. With that in mind, how can you not be happy?"
The female martial artist asked with a smile.
Ye Qiu was startled.
So, the female martial arts master wanted to help me?
Ye Qiu, who had been looking worried, suddenly grinned and said, "Actually, I was just missing my hometown. You reminded me of an old friend."
"Huh?" The female warrior exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"
“Yes, my old friend was just like you, ethereal and otherworldly, like a female immortal.” Ye Qiu said with a smile.
"You really are shameless, you haven't changed at all."
The female warrior let out a silvery laugh.
"Huh?" Ye Qiu was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean? You've seen me before?"
"I haven't met you before, but I find you very interesting, somewhat like Ling Dao."
"Who is Ling Dao?" Ye Qiu asked casually.
“Ling Dao…” The female martial artist slightly raised her eyes: “He comes from a mysterious place called Great Xia.”
From the moment he debuted, he never tasted defeat, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths, ultimately proving himself as an emperor.
"He's the Great Emperor?" Ye Qiu asked in surprise.
"Yes," the female warrior said. "He is not only a Great Emperor, but also an unparalleled Great Emperor whose combat power ranks among the top three throughout history. He is the best among emperors."
"How did he die?" Ye Qiu asked curiously.
"Who told you he died?" the female martial artist said softly. "He didn't die. He just entered the cycle of reincarnation, saying he wanted to seek the Dao within it."
"He has already reached the pinnacle of the Dao, what Dao does he still need to seek?"
"How would I know?" The female martial artist sighed. "If I knew, I would have become an emperor, instead of spending my entire life as a Saint King."
Holy King...
Ye Qiu secretly gasped.
Let alone a Saint King, even a God Realm is the realm Ye Qiu had imagined.
But the female martial immortal is at the Saint King level.
This was terrifying; it felt like Ye Qiu was dreaming...
Ye Qiu also yearned for the Lingdao realm.
"Alas, time flies by, and tens of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. The world changes like the sea turning into mulberry fields."
But somehow, I always feel like it was just yesterday.
Seeing you, I was truly somewhat dazed, because you bear a striking resemblance to him.
The female warrior's voice carried a hint of sadness for the past.
Ye Qiu immediately sensed that the female martial artist and Ling Dao had a story, and blurted out, "Are you Ling Dao's concubine?"
"Are you asking for a beating?" The female warrior seemed to have her sore spot touched and immediately flew into a rage: "Come here, I'm going to hit you."
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