After Liu Yun died, his soul did not disperse. It drifted from the Qing Xuan Secret Realm to Zhu Yuan, wandering aimlessly through every corner.
Out of body, he was utterly confused. His mysterious Master, who always appeared whenever he needed him, had failed to show up this time.
He had thought he would not die. Even in the final second before his life faded away, he still held hope for his Master.
Yet he never appeared.
His soul left his body, watching Heng Xuan and the others weep their hearts out. He wanted to reach out and touch them, to speak and comfort them, but he could do none of it.
By all rights, this should not have happened. Heng Xuan and the others were at the Source Realm; sensing Nether Souls and learning of their existence should have been effortless.
Yet they could neither see nor touch him.
Helpless, Liu Yun's soul left the Qing Xuan Secret Realm, intending to search Zhu Yuan for a way to revive himself.
Yet he found nothing.
He despaired, gave up, and began drifting aimlessly through Zhu Yuan, carried by the wind and falling wherever it took him.
After an unknown amount of time, he happened by sheer coincidence to drift to the Foot of Heng Chuan. Even more coincidentally, a strange gust swept him away and dropped him where the Vortex Portal stood.
Then, with a whoosh, a streak of Golden Light descended, wrapped around his soul, and shot into the Vortex Portal.
Beast Origin Void Realm.
Races stood side by side, and powers intertwined.
This realm was a world at the Origin Level. Its ruler was not a living being, but a mindless, emotionless, desireless will of Void formed from Rules.
The Rules of this realm had long been