It seemed like no more than an instant had passed.
Yet with a movement of Lu Qing's Divine Sense, there was no need to pinch his fingers and calculate the time. By the time he stopped lingering here, a month had already passed in the outside world.
And the True Inheritance Assembly, watched by countless people, was likewise about to begin.
That wisp of Divine Sense came and went in haste.
Only in the Nether Sea.
Several True Spirits carried a trace of illusory aura over their entire bodies, as though they did not exist within this heaven and earth.
The True Spirits drifted across the Nether Sea before swiftly plunging into that endless Reincarnation.
Most of the radiance on these True Spirits was grayish white.
When a person died, it was like a lamp being extinguished. When cultivators perished, their Fate Allotment reached its lowest point.
Otherwise, they would not have fallen.
At the lowest point of their Fate Allotment, being left with only a True Spirit that could enter the Nether Sea was a blessing amid misfortune.
Thus, most of the True Spirits here were predominantly gray-white. Only a sparse few bore a faint tinge of some other color in their glow.
Some were normal white, some pale cyan, and some pale gold.
Normally, no living person would exist within the waters of the Nether Sea.
After Lu Qing departed, these True Spirits were still a stretch of sea away from the place where the true aura of Reincarnation lay.
A ferry boat came sailing through the air, eerie and strange, yet containing an aura that could bring heaven and earth to silent extinction.
There was no one aboard, only a Gray Crow.
Once the ferry boat appeared, those True Spirits seemed to be drawn by it as