Soul

Watching his arm pass through Dried Corpse Lama's hand so easily, Li Huowang instantly understood. As soon as he looked up, his whole body suddenly dropped, landing directly on the ceiling below.

Li Huowang steadied himself, raised his head, and looked at the Dried Corpse Lamas above, as well as the Li Huowang surrounded by them. Clearly, Fengdu was not a place the flesh could enter.

Li Huowang could still hear the lamas chanting, but it was as though a veil lay between them, leaving the sound hazy and indistinct.

The sensation was exceedingly strange. He felt light as he walked, as though his body had no weight. Is this the soul leaving the body? So this world really does have souls? Then why are there no ghosts?

Remembering what the lama had said earlier, Li Huowang did not delay. He clenched his fist and walked toward the door.

Once he emerged from the inverted Zhongyin Temple, everything outside had changed. It was as if he had arrived in an incomparably vast desert, where there was nothing at all.

Having already learned from Yang Xiaohai that this would happen, Li Huowang was not surprised. After pondering for a few breaths, he headed in the direction Yang Xiaohai had mentioned encountering Red Center.

There were only three Double Hours. He had to find Red Center of the Sitting Forgetting Dao as quickly as possible. If he could not find him here, he would search in circles around Zhongyin Temple.

Li Huowang walked through this desolate heaven and earth, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

"Yang Xiaohai said that not a single drop of that strange seawater from Yu Er God remains. What does that mean? Did the Ruler of Death fend off Yu Er God's invasion?"

Yu Er God should not