“In theory, yes. Shen Yuan’s body was grown anew, and his spirit housed inside of it. Whether he fell to gunfire, poison, or old age, it wouldn’t have mattered, as long as the spirit was intact.” Smiling, he shakes his head and says, “I admit I used to think alchemists who sought the Philosopher’s Stone were short-sighted and naive. Even if such a tincture were created, I thought, it would be bought in cases by wealthy men loath to lose power and influence. Then humanity would be trapped with the worst sort of people on the planet 'til Judgment Day." He rolls his eyes at himself, at his own cynicism but also at his unquestioning belief in the Last Judgment, the day where the dead would rise and wicked souls would be sorted from the good. “But this is a new world, with new rules. Why limit ourselves?”