Su Mo stood above Azure Gate, treating Qian Xun Yue.
His divine consciousness blanketed the remaining land of the Azure Continent as powerful Law of Life and Death power poured forth without cease.
The Life Law continuously gathered around Qian Xun Yue, while the Death Law power probed the entire land.
Under the bloom of Su Mo's Law power, not only Azure Gate below—even every living creature across the entire continent lay prostrate on the ground, trembling.
The power of death possessed an immense ability to sense any dead thing, such as lingering divine souls, drifting wandering spirits, residual death qi, and so on.
Su Mo wanted to see whether any remnants of Qian Xun Yue's divine soul remained on this land.
Though many years had already passed, Su Mo still hoped in his heart that he could find them.
Sure enough, within Su Mo's perception, there were countless residual divine souls scattered across this land of the Azure Continent—too many to count.
Most of these lingering souls were merely tiny currents of air, like gossamer threads. They were fragments of divine souls left behind after martial artists died, devoid of any consciousness as they drifted with the wind.
These threadlike remnants of divine souls were so faint as to be nearly imperceptible. Without special abilities, one simply could not sense them.
Of course, some residual divine souls had, for one reason or another, transformed into resentful spirits with a trace of will, or even ghosts.
In short, using the power of death to perceive them, Su Mo could sense countless broken souls carrying the aura of death. Their numbers were astonishing.
"Is it you?" Su Mo sensed no fewer than several hundred threadlike divine souls that bore Qian Xun Yue's aura, and joy immediately welled up in his heart.