The shadow of Daoist Wangri floated out from the Bronze Mirror, hands folded, watching Li Ping'an.
It's certainly not with an appearance full of wounds.
Daoist Wangri said: "And the second? Does Your Majesty have any other questions?"
"Second," Li Ping'an pondered for a moment, "In the new world, what kind of order does the teacher wish to establish, how does he want to develop the power of living beings? Can there be compensation in the new heavens for the vast number of beings whose lives ended prematurely in the four hundred and thirty cosmic cycles of these dead heavens? Even... If you can allow their True Spirits, not just residual souls, to reincarnate once more in the new heavens... Then I can support you in creating this new world."
Daoist Wangri fell silent.
Taiqing slowly shook his head, but it was the Old Gentleman who spoke.
Old Gentleman said:
"This matter cannot be achieved.
