Inside the side room,
Yang Qingyun's expression was faintly solemn.
Combining his rebirth with everything that had happened afterward, he had more or less developed some suspicions.
But after thinking for a moment,
he ultimately shook his head, forcing those suspicions deep into his heart.
If there truly was some mastermind manipulating everything behind his growth,
then the other party's level was certainly far beyond his imagination.
Even if he guessed the truth,
what could he do about it?
In the end, he would only be following the other party's path, walking onward until the day he reached the summit.
A chess piece was born to be controlled by the player.
Unless it leaped out of the chess game.
And as for him now, he was probably still an impossibly long distance from that step.
There was no need to trouble himself over it.
He suppressed every thought in his mind.
Yang Qingyun began sorting out his current situation.
His body,
hmm,
was still extremely weak,
just as if he were still a Mortal who had never set foot on the Martial Path.
As for his soul's perception,
it could barely spread through the entire room.
It was not that Yang Qingyun could not extend it farther, but that this frail body could only bear this degree of spiritual power.
If he went any farther, his head might well explode.
As for the specifics,
he was still human,
with a bodily structure more or less similar to the humans of the main world, though there were still quite a few differences.
After moving his body slightly, Yang Qingyun quickly took control of it from head to toe.
The Qi and Blood within him was extremely dormant. Even with his spiritual power, he found it difficult to stir.
Yang Qingyun guessed,