A wisp of Qin Heng's split soul entered Netherworld Heaven. Its first feeling was... utter dejection.
In an instant, the consciousness within the split soul was gripped by a heavy, dispirited sensation, as though it had lost all interest in everything.
Netherworld Heaven was deathly still. From a material perspective, it was nothing more than an empty shell—no land, no rocks, no water, no air, not even a trace of Law Energy. It was merely a destination for departed souls, a waystation of reincarnation.
Although Eternal Experts stood above ordinary living beings, when their divine souls entered this deathly silent world, they still felt severe discomfort.
Traveling from the outer reaches of Netherworld Heaven toward its depths, a journey of a full hundred thousand light-years was enough to drain the vitality from any soul, washing away all awareness and thought until it became a blank wandering spirit.
Qin Heng had not come to the depths of Netherworld Heaven to see the Well of Samsara. He wanted to comprehend the characteristics of Soul Law, so there was no need to venture too deeply.
He merely kept this wisp of split soul wandering around the outskirts of Netherworld Heaven, quietly experiencing that hollow sensation of having only a soul—no fleshly body, no power of laws.
Beyond the discomfort, there was also an indescribable, peculiar feeling. It was almost... exhilarating?
Without the burden of a body, with only his soul adrift, that light, floating sensation felt like a dream. There was panic, yet he could do as he pleased.
At a certain moment, Qin Heng seemed to grasp something. The split soul raised its insubstantial hand and pointed through the air at a drifting Lone Soul in the distance.
A thread of Soul Energy flew forth and entered the Lone Soul's body. In