"That's not right, I had clearly worshiped your soul to death. How are you still alive?" Shaman God Kui looked at Xing An who was sitting up and asked suspiciously, "Could your name not be Xing An? That's not right, your soul had clearly disintegrated from my worship earlier. Since your soul disintegrated, you can't be alive! What method did you use to make your dispersed soul gather back together once more? Your divine arts sure is…"
He circled around Xing An while pondering over it. "I felt your soul crumbling just now and another one coming out from your chest to enter your corpse, reviving you. But I have doubts. If your soul died, even if another one was put into your body, you would no longer be you. How did you preserve your consciousness?"
Xing An stood up and looked at Shaman God Kui's primordial spirit with an abnormal gaze while starting to move as well.
