Jiang Buping did not know how long or how far he had walked. Only when his consciousness grew hazy and exhaustion surged over him did he slump to the ground against a large tree.
Powerful soul force still spread throughout his body, knitting together his grievous physical wounds and preventing his body from collapsing completely.
His consciousness was no longer clear, and he had entered a state resembling sleep.
In a daze, he felt his body seem to float. He seemed to hear voices, but in his subconscious, they were merely hallucinations born of his muddled mind.
On the Evergreen Pavilion's Flying Ship, everyone's attention was focused on Jiang Buping.
Li Xuan was no exception. He was secretly astonished. This man's soul was stronger than his body, and he was actually using soul force to keep his body from collapsing.
If that was all, it would not have surprised him so much.
What truly shocked him was that a trace of Unchanging Qi had actually stained this man's soul!
Even a trace of Unchanging Qi was an enormous disaster for a martial artist. It could cause them to lose their intelligence and become muddled and dazed.
Yet this young man, whose age was roughly the same as Xu Yan and the others, had not lost his intelligence or become muddled. He was merely listless, as if he were constantly drowsy and unable to wake, without a shred of energy all day long.
It was simply inconceivable.
Moreover, judging from the grievous injuries covering him, he had clearly just gone through a great battle and was severely wounded, relying entirely on his powerful soul to hold himself together.
"His soul is stronger than his body and stronger than his realm. He's even been stained by Unchanging Qi, yet he can still