The sixteen disciples who had risen above the rest on the Heavenly Road were all outstanding figures, the cream of the crop in the Supreme One Heavenly Palace.
But this was, after all, their first time transforming into Yang Souls and leaving their bodies. They had only just begun wandering through the Sea of True Meaning...
Even though they had already cultivated their souls into Yang Souls and constructed their own True Intent Small Boats, advancing across the Sea of True Meaning was no easy feat. The North Wind blowing across the Sea of True Meaning alone was enough to make many of their souls tremble violently.
Of the sixteen, ten had their souls sprawled across their small boats, unable even to lift their heads. They could not withstand the North Wind sweeping across the Sea of True Meaning...
And those few standing tall at the bows were the cream of the crop even among the sixteen.
Once they matured in the future, they would become the pride of the Supreme One Heavenly Palace.
"Brother Zhixiu! Can you make out where this person came from? He's floating motionless on the sea. Could he already be dead?" A clear, melodious female voice came from one of the small boats.
Ming Zhixiu stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the figure in the sea, his brows furrowing deeply.
Hearing the woman's words, Ming Zhixiu immediately shook his head. "Impossible. The Sea of True Meaning can dissolve any soul. Even a soul that has cultivated into a Yang Soul would have its soul scattered if it fell into it. If he were dead, how could a corpse remain?"
Everyone had entered the Sea of True Meaning as nothing more than souls. Could souls even have corpses? Wasn't that absurd?
Ming Zhixiu