Upon hearing the elder's words, Zuo Feng instantly thought of a terrifying possibility. Since beings of such cultivation can borrow bodies to survive, isn't it possible that the thing in his mind might seize his own body?
As if the elder had guessed what Zuo Feng was thinking, the ancient voice subsequently echoed in his mind.
"Relax, it was because my divine soul suffered an incurable wound that led to my ultimate demise. What's left now is only my legacy and some mental information; my consciousness has long been extinguished with my death."
Hearing this, although Zuo Feng was still somewhat skeptical, he felt slightly relieved.
