When Houtu left the Ancestral Land again, the traces left by that battle were already difficult to see among the northern mountains and fields.
New branches grew beside the snapped ancient trees, and the collapsed cliff walls were also covered by grass and trees.
She walked outward along the Earth Veins until the sunlight shone into a damp, dark stone crevice, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.
A few wisps of gloomy soul shadows were squeezing out from the stone crevice.
The outermost wisp had just touched the sunlight when it emitted a faint, mournful cry, and the shape that had barely managed to gather rapidly dispersed.
The relatively solid soul shadows behind rushed over, swallowing those scattered spiritual lights in one gulp, and a bit of crimson suddenly appeared within the gloom.
Houtu's brow furrowed slightly, and she raised her palm to sweep across the rock.
The Xuanhuang Dao Light blocked the sunlight, and also separated the soul shadows rushing toward their own kind.
A few wisps of remnant souls fell between her palms, still instinctively dodging each other, and one wisp among them was already indistinguishable from its original appearance.
She had seen souls like this in the great battle.
Only in the past, her gaze always landed on the clansmen who could still stand.
Jiu Ying was saved by Di Jun, but these dead had no one to take them back.
Houtu gathered the Dao Light between her palms and continued walking along the mountains and rivers.
Days later, those few wisps of soul shadows still remained, but once they lost protection, they began to slowly disperse again.
She tried to settle them deep within the Earth Veins, but the soul shadows only knew how to struggle toward places with heavier Yin qi, and the devouring among each