Meanwhile, in the Central District.
A sprawling temple stood there, resembling a bloated beast lying prone when seen from afar.
It was the dwelling of the "Guardians" of this region.
Two figures walked along the avenue in front of the temple, one following the other.
The one leading was a thin young monk, while the figure behind him was petite and cloaked in burlap.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted from a distant street. A golden pillar of light shot into the sky, tearing a rift through the gray-white mist.
The burlap-clad figure stopped and turned to look in the direction of the explosion.
Then she removed the hood, revealing a face that still looked somewhat young.
It was Xu Xiaoan... no, to be precise, it was [Formless].
Ever since she had awakened in the Flower Sea, [Oblivion River] had fed her a large quantity of "Other Shore netherflowers"—those red flowers.
At last, with her tenacious vitality and ample nourishment, her remnant soul had struggled back to the Third-tier, wedged between the two pinnacle powers of [Eternal Day] and [Withering].
Unfortunately, because she was incomplete, she had lost all her life-saving skills, and had only a few active skills left.
To return to her former peak, she would either have to fuse with her own body or find another host that was a perfect match.
But only a pinnacle could house a pinnacle soul, and some unknown deviation would occur.
As a pinnacle of [Chaos], [Formless] had naturally inherited its chaotic nature.
Even she herself had no idea which path was the right one to grow stronger, so for now, her first goal was still to find her original body.
Coming to this Minor Realm was an unexpected bonus.
Before this operation, she and Oblivion River had prepared for both