In the palm of his hand, a small figure resembling Song Dongyang in appearance looked bewildered, slightly floating.
Its lower body was already indistinct.
Upon seeing Wang Ba, the small figure's eyes somewhat cleared up, displaying a trace of joy,
"Martial Nephew, have you returned?"
Upon seeing this figure, Wang Ba was taken aback,
"Martial Uncle Song?!"
He then joyfully exclaimed,
"You, you're not…"
The small figure showed a bitter smile,
"Crossing Tribulation failed, fortunately, the Sect Master and the great elder intervened to protect me, barely preserving a wisp of my surviving soul, but it won't be long before I completely dissipate."
Shao Yangzi's voice was slightly somber,
"I eventually wasn't skilled in the Dao of Soul, otherwise… there might still have been hope for your recovery."
Having undergone this calamity, Song Dongyang seemed to have a sudden enlightenment, and upon hearing this, he shook his head,