(A year was almost over. Thank you, dear readers, for staying with me!)
Worse still, the Spiritual Qi within him was leaking away at every moment.
Even though the Heavenly Mandate Compass had sealed Tang Changsheng from head to toe,
he was still in Yin Spirit form. Even walking or speaking consumed power, however slight the amount...
And if he kept expending power without replenishing it...
Bang... screech...
A crash rang out, followed by the shriek of emergency brakes. More than a hundred meters ahead, a car had struck a pedestrian and sent them flying...
In a city this vast, such accidents were all too common. Apart from a few people gathering to watch, nothing seemed unusual.
But Tang Changsheng saw something extraordinary. The victim had died on the spot, and almost as soon as their soul emerged, it began to dissipate into the air. In mere moments, it had scattered back into Heaven and Earth.
The sight sent a chill through him. "The soul dissipated that quickly? Doesn't it go to the Netherworld at all... or does this world have no Netherworld?"
Great Chu was also said to be devoid of Spiritual Qi, yet souls could still survive there. Though the Divine Way had collapsed, twenty or thirty percent of souls could still enter the Netherworld.
What he had just witnessed exceeded anything Tang Changsheng had imagined... and made his hair stand on end!
"So when people die here, they truly go out like lamps!"
For cultivators, the death of the Physical Body was not the final end. As long as the soul remained, anything was possible.
It was like a wildfire burning dry grass: it withered and flourished year after year. Even if winter's dead grass burned away, seeds remained hidden underground, ready to sprout the following year.