Normally, souls were as light as nothing, able to enter Heaven and earth and go anywhere.
But the rules of the Other Shore were peculiar. Yang Souls could not fly through it; otherwise, why would anyone need to pilot a small boat and cross the Sea of True Meaning bit by bit?
When the Entangling Soul Silk covered this area, it meant that no one could escape in a short time.
The first reaction of all the Heavenly Palace disciples was to return to the temple for shelter and wait until the Entangling Soul Silk's effect disappeared, after which they could escape the Other Shore!
Luo Zheng and Ling Shuang were the fastest. Although the Entangling Soul Silk bound their feet, it did not affect their speed.
Yet Luo Zheng still had an ominous feeling in his heart.
Their opponent had dared to make such a grand move, even bringing out so many Soul Crystals as bait. He had certainly made foolproof preparations. Ji Changjin would not let everyone off so easily.
After Luo Zheng and Ling Shuang led the charge for three or four hundred zhang, pitch-black altar phantoms suddenly emerged in the distance.
These altars were each about the size of a house, covered with several tiers of steps. Their design looked extremely ancient.
Luo Zheng frowned and stared at one of them, suddenly unable to understand what these altars were.
But most of the elite Heavenly Palace disciples were widely experienced, and quite a few recognized the altars at a glance.
"Win Fish! Those are Win Fish Altars!"
"Where did they get so many Win Fish Altars?"
"Within the Twelfth Heaven, there were at most a dozen or so at the peak. There are actually hundreds here!"
The densely packed altars had practically encircled the entire area!