As far as souls were concerned, without a flesh body, they couldn't affect the material world, and without life energy, they couldn't produce Chakra. In other words, they couldn't do anything.
That was why ordinary light had no harmful effect on them.
The light gradually faded, revealing masses of souls, each clearly distinct from the others and occupying a small patch of space.
It gave off a subtle sense of being a pigeon cage.
Their only possessions were a single illusory bonfire that burned forever for each person. The conditions were extremely harsh.
People were isolated from one another, and that included animal souls.
Why the isolation? There was a saying: when enemies met, their eyes grew especially red.
Did that mean souls couldn't fight? Of course they could.
Old Man Six Paths had done his best.
The moment the isolating mist disappeared, everything descended into chaos.
Voices rose one after another.
Some hugged each other and wept bitterly.
Some hugged each other and wrestled fiercely.
The scene was incredibly chaotic.
Thinking of Mito living in a place like this, Mimi couldn't help sighing. Was this somewhere people could live?
So, finding the person came first.
With every step, the giant Susanoo moved like a mountain. The souls below scattered like frightened rats, none of them wanting to fight.
Still, such an eye-catching target drew plenty of attention from the souls.
She could stroll around for a while, then wait for the person she was looking for to come find her.
Would Old Man Six Paths come looking for her to argue?
Mimi was very interested in that question.
A photograph appeared in her hand. A young man wearing sunglasses wore an arrogant expression that screamed, I'm ridiculously cool.
This was Mimi's father.
So, how should she greet him when