"The dead cannot come back to life. No matter how yang a corpse might be, death is final, and it will eventually turn to dust." The representative of Nestorianism expressed calmly.
As they were talking, a hand suddenly extended from the middle of the desert.
A golden hand, emanating golden light, shot straight up to high heaven, like a flashlight pointed at the sky.
"It seems our wager won't determine a winner." Mr. Zhao said to the young Taoist.
"You will definitely breathe your last breath before me; I know Embryonic Breathing, I'm especially good at holding my breath. When it comes to the last breath, surely you'll give up before me." The young Taoist replied.
"Alright, before I die, let me show you my Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern!"
Mr. Zhao finished speaking and pulled out something with polygonal shapes from his blue robe, it turned out to be a folded paper lantern.
