Strength That Did Not Originate from the Cloud Continent

"If Tian Wu's injured soul is not healed, it would be hard for her to wake up even if she wants to." Duan Ling Tian's face was extremely pale.

Due to the merging between his memory and the Rebirth Martial Emperor's memory, he had some knowledge about souls.

The soul was the core of a person. Once a soul was injured, it would greatly affect the person.

Just take the current Feng Tian Wu as an example.

Due to her soul's injury, it affected her mind and prevented her from regaining consciousness. She could only lie in bed like the living dead, unable to wake up even though her body was healthy and full of vitality. Fortunately, it was not to the extent where her soul had left her body.

Duan Ling Tian's attention inadvertently landed on Feng Tian Wu's right hand. The hand was holding on tightly to a five-foot-long red flexible sword as though she was unwilling to let go.

The red flexible sword was as thin as cicada's wing. It complemented her red dress beautifully.