The cultivator in the portrait looked extremely dignified, and his eyes were even brighter and more piercing; in Ye Haicheng's senses, the portrait seemed almost alive.
Ye Haicheng did not hide or restrain his divine sense. He was at the early stage of Spirit Transformation, a body cultivator besides, and he was also skilled in the art of spirit puppets. In this mortal world, he naturally had no reason to fear anything.
Sure enough, within the scroll, he saw a divine soul.
And the material of the scroll was, without a doubt, made from ten-thousand-year soul-nurturing wood.
"A fellow Daoist of the Heaven-Sealing Sect?" Ye Haicheng had originally intended to go forward and offer incense, to see whether there was any inheritance of smoke techniques, but now, if he could contact the remnant soul in this scroll, there was naturally no need.
"You could say that. I never expected that after tens of thousands of years, the one who came would not be some Nascent Soul, but a Spirit Transformation cultivator—and one skilled in the fleshly body and spirit puppets at that." After a pause, a voice indeed sounded.
A spirit shadow also drifted out from within the scroll, only this spirit shadow was not the same person as the cultivator painted on the scroll.
There was honesty in his gaze, and helplessness as well.
After all, the cultivation of the cultivator before him was absolutely not something this remnant soul of his could deal with. If the other party were a Nascent Soul, he would still have ways, but the other party was Spirit Transformation, and there were Spirit Transformation auras outside as well. Clearly, this was a major power.
The sky outside had indeed changed.
"I am Jia Chenghai," Ye Haicheng introduced himself with a calm expression.
"Feng