Too many True Spirit fragments had accumulated in the Netherworld. New True Spirits were constantly being born throughout heaven and earth; those that vanished through reincarnation were still a minority.
Countless corpses lay here as well. True Spirits clung to them, an accumulation spanning endless ages and many epochs.
There were not many living beings in Jiang Yun's Source World. It could not compare with long-established worlds outside.
Even with reincarnation, it could not consume every True Spirit in the Netherworld in a short time.
"I should send one category into reincarnation first. The best choice would be True Spirit fragments whose bodies are in the Netherworld. Anyone whose body the Underworld took in must have been powerful in life."
Jiang Yun considered this for a moment. With a thought, he began walking through the Netherworld, making a rough classification of the True Spirit fragments overhead.
Outside, he could never have done this. He could only faintly sense the presence of some True Spirits, not interfere with them.
His Source World was different. He was its absolute master and already had ways to exert a faint influence over these True Spirits.
Fragment after fragment, glowing softly without any fixed form, gathered into a gentle rain of light drifting above the Netherworld.
As Jiang Yun approached, an invisible field surged around him. The rain of light retreated on all sides. Some weaker True Spirits shattered again in the disturbance and merged with others.
These True Spirit fragments were not souls. They were the Source Imprints of living beings from their former lives.
Those drifting overhead were only the portions that had escaped from the bodies in the endless mountains of corpses below. Most True Spirits remained attached to their bodies and had not wandered off.
Any True Spirit fragment that appeared