If the soul did not perish, then it did not count as true death.
Although souls were fragile, there were three possibilities. First, one could reconstruct a physical body. After reconstructing a physical body, one could be resurrected, at the cost of a great deal of cultivation.
Second, one could forcibly seize and occupy someone else's body.
Third—and this was still survival, but the worst possible outcome—one could parasitize some powerful spiritual artifact and wait for an opportunity to reconstruct a physical body or come back to life.
They did not scatter.
Because this was the Heavenly Ghost Sect. No matter what, they were relatively safe here.
Moreover, the aura of the Heavenly Ghost Sect was suitable for their souls to survive in.
A powerful barrier sealed off the hall, which meant that even if the Disciples outside the Heavenly Ghost Sect sensed the battle within, they could not enter.
No one knew What Situation was inside.
"Fine, you want to perish together with us, is that it?"
With her last breath, the Left Protector narrowed her eyes.
However, by now, she felt that things were probably not as she had initially thought.
Surely he would not willingly sacrifice his own life just to poison them to death.
So either that person truly was not here, or...
Perhaps he had been controlled?
"Sigh."
The Left Protector sighed.
She had no other choice.
They were dead.
But as long as their souls remained, it did not mean they were truly dead!
She had never expected that descending to the lower realm this time would cost them such a grievous price.
Time slowly passed.
One by one, the souls around them stood up beside their corpses, their powerful soul forms recuperating.
They could see each other's soul forms as well.
But all