“How many spirit stones would it take to let someone be reborn?” Li Yuan asked thoughtfully.0

Meng Xingxian gave a bitter smile. “If you wanted to reincarnate someone at third rank…it would take at least three centuries’ worth of spirit stone reserves from the Arcane Supreme Sect, back when spiritual energy was abundant and spirit stones were everywhere.0

“These days? It’s not even worth discussing. That’s why we had to resort to the Severing of Yin and Yang, cutting off the natural energy flow. The idea was to later release that dam, let the Yin and Yang surge back like floodwaters, and use the wave to baptize everyone here…to trigger mass reincarnation.”0

Li Yuan had no idea if she was lying or not. In times like these, he really missed Yan Yu, his personal lie detector.0

Sitting in the shadow of the carriage, he seemed to mull it over. Then he asked, “So why are you so set on entering the Deathless Tomb?”0

Meng Xingxian’s voice turned sharp. “Because if the Northern Dipper, and those little bastards currently running in the Eastern Sea, are all scheming to carry out the Grand Union of Yin and Yang…speeding up the world’s collapse so they can cash out before it’s over and transcend this realm…then we don’t see the point in holding back anymore. I want to wake everyone up. Then tear out the plug in the Western Extremes, undo the Severance of Yin and Yang, and let the world flood.”0

She paused,...0