Demonic Plant

Although injured, a damaged soul was intact.

However, a torn soul wasn't. It meant that pieces of Li Futian's soul were not in his body and could be floating around anywhere.

Without extraordinary means, there was no way to collect the souls, piece them together, and return them to the body.

"What level of alchemist can make the nine-turn rebirth pill?" Yu Nianzhen asked.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yue asked with a frown on his face.

"Before my master became like this, he said the nine-turn rebirth pill could heal him."

"He didn't say anything else?"

The girl shook her head and Jiang Yue had a headache.

At that moment, he resented Li Futian very much.

If he was going to cause them so much trouble, the least he could do was leave behind specific instructions.

"What about his body? How is it surviving?" Yu Nianzhen asked.