Meeting Bai Ma had truly been something Tiga Clone had never expected.
Souls in this world found it difficult to endure for long. Its peculiarities lay more in the material realm, such as meteor jade and meteor bronze. Records of the world's information were also preserved through biological means like black-furred snakes rather than the Akasha.
Under normal circumstances, seven days was the limit for a dead person's soul to remain.
The landing sites of those nine meteorite fragments might have been somewhat special. At least in Tiga Clone's view, Feng Shui techniques could allow souls to linger longer.
As for Bai Ma, an utterly ordinary Tibetan woman who had not even undergone any dedicated cultivation, the place where she had been buried was beautiful but not a meteorite landing site. Yet her soul had somehow persisted for decades after her death.
She had merely lain beneath that sea of flowers alongside her body, without making any other move. Perhaps Bai Ma's experiences in life had also made her soul exceptionally resilient, but it was still a miracle.
Perhaps it had been an obsession born of maternal love, or perhaps something else. In any case, Bai Ma's soul had remained beneath that sea of flowers until Tiga Clone arrived.
Even Tiga Clone, who had originally only come to check in at this famous side-story location, had been astonished. He did not know whether she would still have been there when Wu Xie arrived under normal circumstances.
After awakening Bai Ma's soul, Tiga Clone took her away from Tibet. He promised to take Bai Ma to see her son—the son she had only had three days to feel breathing and heartbeat beside after their reunion, before she had been forced to bid him eternal farewell.
And when she truly saw Zhang