Fang Yuan's soul wandered through the Valley of Fallen Spirits.
He did not stray too far, remaining only within the area around Fang Yuan's body.
Here, a wave of Bewitching Mist would drift over on its own every so often.
Fang Yuan's soul bathed in the Bewitching Mist like a book soaked in water, gradually loosening apart.
"The more solid a soul is, the harder it is for it to loosen. After cultivating here for so many days, the solidity of my soul is more than ten times what it was before. My progress can truly be called swift! But compared with Demon Venerable You Hun, the difference is still as vast as heaven and earth." Fang Yuan silently assessed himself, inevitably recalling the battle at Yi Tian Mountain.
You Hun Demon Venerable was the founding ancestor of the soul dao. Though he had perished, the soul he left behind possessed the world's greatest foundation in the soul dao.
Demon Venerable You Hun's solidity was exceedingly terrifying.
An ordinary soul was like an illusory patch of light and shadow. At most, it could interfere with one's mind; it could not affect pure matter.
But Demon Venerable You Hun's soul had become solid to the utmost extreme. He could actually cover the sky with one hand and withstand a mighty tribulation head-on. That heaven-supporting figure had remained deeply etched into Fang Yuan's heart. Even though he had lost his memories because of the Pure Dream Seeking True Body, this memory had not faded away.
"If Demon Venerable You Hun came to the Valley of Fallen Spirits, this Bewitching Mist would probably no longer affect him." Fang Yuan's thoughts wandered, and he soon sighed inwardly. "When will I attain cultivation like his?"
If Fang Yuan's soul possessed Demon Venerable You Hun's soul