After stepping through That Door, before she had even adapted to the darkness, a sweet, rusty smell drifted into her nose.
Ling Shuang frowned, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
She suddenly realized—why could she smell things now?
She was merely a Yang Soul...
But when she examined herself, she was instantly startled.
Her soul body was filled with red threads, each one gleaming with a ruby-like luster.
The red threads traced out vein-like patterns from her arms, outlining her five viscera, six bowels, cervical vertebrae, and so on. They even roughly sketched out the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth on her head.
"What... what's happening to me?"
Ling Shuang took several steps back, wanting to retreat through That Door.
But when she thought of Grandma, the fear in her heart melted away like snowflakes beneath the summer sun...
No matter what fate awaited her, she would accept it without hesitation.
If Ling Shuang had ever been to Soul City, she would surely have discovered that everything happening within her Yang Soul was extremely similar to entering the Saint Soul Realm.
The difference was that she did not need to enter the soul clouds. She merely had to take one step through That Door.
Once her soul had gained its five senses, Ling Shuang became far more sensitive to the surrounding illusion. Even in a pitch-black passage, every detail was presented clearly before her eyes.
"Are these prisons on both sides?"
On either side of the passage were rooms separated by iron bars.
All the barred partitions closest to the main entrance had been damaged. They appeared to have been broken apart by brute force, and the rooms were naturally empty.
Ling Shuang continued forward along the passage, her gaze constantly sweeping over the partitions on either side.
"They're