"Could that be the Hundred Flowers Fairy in her youth?" Lu Yang wondered.
Battle souls were mostly formed when the laws of heaven and earth in this Void Soul Battlefield combined with the obsessions in the hearts of warriors before they died, creating a strange kind of being.
Their faces did not necessarily resemble the bodies they had possessed before death. Some instead reflected who they had been deep in their hearts, within the grip of their obsessions.
For instance, Li Da Niu's battle soul had retained the appearance he'd had in his twenties or thirties.
That was when he had experienced the most unforgettable love of his life.
Even at the moment of his death, he had not forgotten the woman named Ye Xiao Luan from that little mountain village.
Thus, his battle soul wore the face he'd had in his twenties or thirties.
Lu Yang guessed that the Hundred Flowers Fairy's battle soul had taken this form for much the same reason.
Perhaps she had experienced something unforgettable in her youth, and so, at the moment of her death, the self preserved in her obsession had looked as she did at that time.
Lu Yang knew very little about the Hundred Flowers Fairy.
He was not alone. Across all of Qing Province, most accounts of her past were blank.
After all, nearly ten thousand years had passed since the Hundred Flowers Fairy died in battle.
Much had been buried beneath the ruins of time, scoured away by the river of years.
Even with Ji Qingyi's standing as the Seventh Princess of the Great Jun Dynasty, she had uncovered very little.
Lu Yang only knew that the Hundred Flowers Fairy had originally been an ordinary Rogue Cultivator, with an unremarkable level of cultivation.
Later, for reasons unknown, she joined