Even in death, there was obsession.
As a master who grasped the Life and Death Profound Mechanism and was deeply versed in emotion-based divine abilities, Yu Ci understood very clearly what this "obsession" was.
When intense emotions arose, the Black Forest's reaction acted upon both body and spirit. Even if one side was destroyed, as long as the other remained sufficiently strong, it would retain corresponding "memories." With the pull of qi or something similar, it was not strange for certain actions to occur over a short period.
Of course, the Purple-Haired Daoist's situation was somewhat different.
Without needing Yu Ci to say more, Qizhen had already driven the white tiger into the air. The carriage rode the clouds and soared into the sky, trailing after him from afar.
They traveled roughly a hundred li northeast. Looking down from high above, they saw a swamp below in utter ruin. From the traces at the scene, something had apparently fallen from the sky and smashed into the thickets, flattening a wide swath of shrubs and shattering into scattered pieces. Most of the fragments had sunk into the muddy pools, leaving only small sections exposed. Several corpses lay there as well, most of them horribly incomplete.
After a brief inspection, Yu Ci confirmed that it should have been a flying shuttle.
These airborne vehicles were quite popular in the northern lands, mostly serving as short-range links between the long-distance routes of the Mountain-Moving Cloud Boat. Those who rode flying shuttles were generally below the level of core formation cultivators, exceptionally fragile in the face of disaster.
However, Yu Ci also noticed signs of fighting in the swamp below.
The Purple-Haired Daoist stood at the site of the flying shuttle's crash as though lost in a daze. His head turned slowly. After a