Lu Li smiled bitterly: "But my body..."
Taihao looked at him and comforted him, "It is precisely because your soul power is too weak that you cannot withstand the golden lightning."
"So that's how it is?" Lu Li suddenly realized.
"So I'm dead now?"
Taihao shook his head and said, "The Human Emperor Palace preserved your soul from destruction because your soul needs to settle."
"Sedimentation?" Lu Li was taken aback, not understanding what this meant.
Taihao said, "There is a human power in the Human Emperor's Palace. This power can nourish your soul and allow you to slowly recover. When your soul is strong enough, you can return to your physical body."
"But... how long will this take?" Lu Li asked.
"Maybe one era, maybe several eras," Taihao said uncertainly.
"Several eras?" Lu Li was stunned.
Lu Li sighed. What a joke! He had to go back now, otherwise the Yellow Turban Army would be thrown into chaos. All his efforts over the years were just one step away from success!
"Isn't there any other way?" Lu Li asked anxiously.
"Although you have lived for more than four hundred years, it is only a moment to your soul."
"If you return to your body now, all your power will dissipate, and you will have to start all over again."
"Besides, even if you go back, it won't change anything."
"Are you still willing?" Taihao asked seriously.
Lu Li thought for a long time, then shook his head and sighed, "Sigh... I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..."
He didn't want to become a corpse lying in a coffin again; he didn't want to leave his closest loved ones with sadness and pain.
Lu Li gritted his teeth and said, "I want to go back!"
Taihao raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Lu Li to make such a choice.
"Why bother?" Taihao gently shook his head.
Lu Li said resolutely, "No matter what, I must go back!"
Taihao gave Lu Li a deep look and said, "Alright, then so be it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his hands forward, and two mighty and vast streams of immortal light burst forth from his palms, intertwining and swirling in mid-air before gradually merging into Lu Li's body.
Lu Li felt as if he had become transparent, and all the scenery around him became blurry.
A moment later, Lu Li's figure suddenly faded and finally disappeared into the Emperor's Palace.
......
When Lu Li woke up, he felt weak all over.
"Am I... back?" Lu Li sat on the bed, stretched, and cracked all over his body, his joints making crisp popping sounds.
However, after a careful examination, Lu Li found that he seemed to have nothing wrong with himself, except that there was no fluctuation of internal energy in his body. He was no longer even a martial artist.
He lay inside the coffin and pushed it a few times, but found it wouldn't budge.
"This iron pillar... it actually nailed the coffin so tightly?" Lu Li said with some surprise.
He tentatively tapped the coffin a few times and found that the coffin boards were very thick and frighteningly hard.
"Um... how do I get out of here?"
Lu Li panicked. He was now just an ordinary person, buried in this coffin. Although he was an immortal being and could not die.
But if we really want to be buried here for hundreds of years? By then, the cucumbers will be completely wasted.
If that's the case, it's really better to stay in the Emperor's Palace.
He pounded on the gong a few more times, shouting, "Is anyone there? Tiezhu! You bastard! Let your master out!"
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Li heard Dian Wei's voice.
"Master! Is it...is it you?" Dian Wei said, trembling.
"Nonsense! Of course it's me!"
Lu Li roared, "Quickly help me open the coffin!"
“Oh...oh, okay!” Dian Wei replied.
A moment later, Dian Wei took out his double halberds and painstakingly pried open the coffin lid.
"Hiss~~" Dian Wei gasped when he saw Lu Li's miserable state, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Master, what... what's going on? You..."
Lu Li glared angrily and said, "Hurry up and take your master out of here!"
"Oh...okay...okay..." Dian Wei quickly grabbed Lu Li's arm and walked out.
"Ouch!" Lu Li cried out in pain, "What are you doing? Are you trying to murder me?!"
Dian Wei said awkwardly, "Uh... I'm sorry, Master. I got a little excited and didn't pay attention to my strength..."
"Master, how... how did you come back to life?" Dian Wei asked in astonishment.
"You have the nerve to say that? You nailed the coffin so tightly!" With that, Lu Li grabbed Dian Wei's ear and started pulling hard.
Dian Wei winced in pain, his face contorted in agony, and begged for mercy, "Master, I was wrong!"
Then, Lu Li released his grip, and Dian Wei knelt down on the ground with a thud and burst into tears.
"Master! You're not dead! Thank goodness! You're not dead!"
Seeing such a strong man crying with tears streaming down his face, Lu Li's eyes also welled up with tears.
He had a total of four apprentices during that era.
Lai Fu, Dian Wei, Guan Yu, Ma Chao.
Needless to say, Leifu was highly respected by Guan Yu, but he could not put aside the greater good of his country. Ma Chao had only been a disciple for a short time.
Dian Wei was arguably the disciple who had been by his side the longest.
Lu Li patted Dian Wei on the shoulder and comforted him, "Alright! Why are you crying! Your master isn't dead, you should be happy!"
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