It was because the soul he had searched was anything but ordinary.
His name had been Zhou Yuanfang. With cultivation at the Origin Heaven Three Realms, he had lived up to his name, spending half his life far from home. He had been the confidant of Sage Wind and Clouds, West Abyss's foremost mastermind, and had gathered intelligence from every quarter of the Heartless Sea for him.
Now, all that intelligence had entered Lin Su's sea of consciousness. He had become someone rare to find in this world, someone intimately familiar with the circumstances of every side.
This move was far too important.
After dusk, Lin Su left the inn. With the light, elegant gait of a scholar rarely seen in this world, he drifted along the streets of Heavenly Street, heading north.
He appeared merely to be taking in the scenery and admiring the exotic customs along the way. In truth, Lin Su's divine sense spread outward the entire time, covering every direction.
In a pavilion on his left, a young lady from a wealthy household stopped embroidering with her handkerchief. Even after he had walked far away, she was still gazing after him, her eyes carrying several traces of infatuation.
To his right stood a strange structure, built neither from brick nor tile, nor from the wood common to this world. It was an entire turtle shell. Deep within that shell, faint formation patterns could be seen. Someone was inside, staring at him as well, their gaze infinitely profound.
Two figures came through an alley from the city. They were not human, but a kind of Demonic Beast unheard of before. Their Demonic Energy was flamboyant even from a thousand zhang away, which was normal enough. In this world, Demonic Beasts and demon creatures hardly bothered to avoid