Nan Mengyu had a strange look on her face: "A cultivator will die physically after marrying the Nascent Soul. Can he survive with the Nascent Soul body?
Even if the seniors are imprisoned here and starve to death, the Nascent Soul will be free after it comes out. As long as it waits for a hundred years, after it is released, it can find someone to seize the body, or directly cultivate as a loose immortal.
Since senior has already attained the Mahayana, the only thing left is to ascend and become an immortal, and there will be no restrictions. What you want to entrust to others can be done by yourself, why should you entrust it to me?"
The middle-aged handsome man suddenly smiled bitterly: "Since immortal cultivators are not allowed to exist in this small world, it is natural that the Nascent Soul must also be controlled.
After my death, although the Nascent Soul has been completed, it is still sealed, as stiff as death, unable to move at all.
If it's just that I can't move, there are more tragic things behind me.
You should know that the Yuanying is composed of energy. Without the protection of the body and the inability to use spiritual consciousness to condense it, the energy of the Yuanying's body will dissipate quickly.
Therefore, not long after my death, the Nascent Soul also disintegrated. In the end, only a consciousness, commonly known as a ghost, remained."
When the middle-aged handsome man said this, he smiled bitterly: "The only advantage of this Immortal Prisoner Cave is that it retains this little bit of consciousness. But one thing is certain, when the hundred-year-old cave entrance is opened, if this little bit of consciousness dares to rush out, there will be only
The fate of being scattered."
The more Nan Mengyu listened, the more frightened she became: This Immortal Prisoner's Cave is really terrible.
But she immediately thought of something else: "How do you know that your soul will be gone if you rush out? In the mortal world, even an ordinary soul can be retained under normal conditions, right?"
She remembered that she had seen consciousness bodies when she was in the village, but although she was a cultivator, she didn't like to deal with those things.
But this also shows that consciousness can exist in this world, but over time, it will either slowly dissipate, or become a ghost due to obsession.
The bitter smile on the middle-aged handsome man's face became even more helpless: "I don't know the principle, but I am sure that the souls who come out of the Immortal Prisoner's Cave will fly away, because I have seen this with my own eyes."
He paused for a moment and then said: "I was not the only one in this cave before."
Nan Mengyu was surprised: There was only one skeleton! Why wasn't he the only one? However, she did not ask.
The middle-aged handsome man looked at Nan Mengyu: "How about it, I have said so much, can you promise to pass on the skills for me?"
Nan Mengyu sighed and said: "It seems that I feel a little guilty if I don't help you pass on the skills. But, how do you plan to pass on the skills to me?"
The middle-aged handsome man smiled: "I can divinely transmit it, that is, condense the skills with my thoughts, and then send them from the center of your eyebrows directly to your sea of consciousness to form a memory package.
When you find the right person, just give this memory to them directly. You just need to relax and accept it."
Nan Mengyu nodded stupidly: "Okay, then you can pass it on."
The handsome middle-aged man was overjoyed. After wasting so much effort, he was finally able to implement his plan.
Nan Mengyu, who has a strong soul, naturally felt the calculation and joy in the middle-aged handsome man's eyes. When she saw the calculation in the middle-aged handsome man's eyes, she also secretly thought in her heart. After so many words, he was finally going to reveal his true face.