When Li Shun met Cold Mountain Soul's eyes, he realized that she was not actually as savage and terrifying as she appeared.
Her features were cold and tranquil, her skin fair as jade.
She did not possess the deathly stillness one would expect from a fallen remnant soul.
Li Shun observed Cold Mountain Soul, while she too seemed frozen in place, making no further movements.
Knowing full well that he was far from a match for Cold Mountain Soul, Li Shun did not dare act rashly.
The two sides remained locked in a stalemate.
Until the moonlight overhead completely faded, and Heaven and Earth sank into utter darkness.
Even the immense rumbling caused by the distant earth sinkage seemed to finally cease.
Cold Mountain Soul was almost fully condensed into a physical form.
Yet she seemed to be missing something.
She remained in an illusory state.
Then, she moved.
Cold Mountain Soul extended a hand and gently grasped Li Shun's arm.
Then she guided his entire right hand, gently pushing it into her chest, where her heart had once been.
Li Shun's body went completely rigid, beyond his control.
He could only let her manipulate him.
To his surprise, Cold Mountain Soul's body was not as cold as he had imagined.
It was warm, like a living body.
Li Shun could even feel her faint heartbeat.
He tried to exert force and crush her heart.
Yet he could not move at all.
"What exactly is she—"
Li Shun was still at a loss when, in the next instant, he sensed the qi and blood within him suddenly begin to surge.
They quietly began to flow according to a method he found incomparably familiar, yet had not used in a very long time.
At first, it was merely a babbling stream.