The soul condensed as if tangible, clearly reaching a certain realm in cultivation.
"I must extract a trace of my soul to protect my mother's soul, to prevent it from collapsing," Lin Mo communicated through Divine Thought.
"Mr. Lin, soul damage is a major issue..." Zhen Yuanzi hesitated to continue.
The soul is the most important thing for a cultivator, even if the body is invincible, if the soul is shattered, one becomes a mere shell. Repairing a damaged soul is extremely difficult.
Lin Mo calmly said, "She is my mother, one of the most important people to me. If she dies, what use is seeking immortality or the Tao? The body and skin are a gift from one's parents, you need not say more."
Zhen Yuanzi heard the firm resolve in Lin Mo's voice, blinked, and swallowed his words. For him, being trapped in the Prison Tower for three thousand years since birth without seeing his parents, it was hard to understand the deep familial love Lin Mo cherished.
