Bab 1167: Chapter 731: Elf Beans? Big Cat is Stumped

Negris coughed up a mouthful of old blood, "Then why are you dawdling? Hurry up and save them! They're crying for help and yet you're not in any hurry—that's your progenitor!"

The God of Life was nonchalant and spoke slowly, "But this is just a remnant consciousness—it's already dead. It's just a lingering piece of consciousness that's calling out for help. It can't be saved."

"Remnant consciousness?" Negris was stunned for a moment.

The God of Life and the Tree Herder both nodded.

Remnant consciousness isn't anything new to them; nearly every Wraith has a bit of remaining consciousness. If they died a particularly grievous and unjust death, their resentment could be so strong it might keep you awake at night.

Ange had encountered a relatively complete remnant consciousness before, which was Chun Feng the Druid's. It was imprinted with his resentment towards the failed Saline Demon Rice and the fact that dragon dung stank terribly.