Emperor Yuan Yang Lord's daughter, Yaoshuang, had been on the verge of death at any moment before. Nie Yun had used great means to stabilize her soul. After more than a year of recuperation, it should have completely stabilized by now. What could have gone wrong?
"I don't know either. When Yuan Yang left a few days ago, her soul was very stable. But for some reason, it began to scatter today. You know I've never been skilled in matters of the soul, so I can't make sense of it. I could only come find you!"
The Divine Pagoda Emperor scratched his head.
He had been transformed from a divine pagoda of heaven and earth, naturally straightforward and rash by nature. Studying souls required delicate control, something he could not manage, so naturally he was not proficient in it.
"Take me to have a look!"
Seeing that he could not explain it clearly, Nie Yun asked no further questions. There was still a little time before the three-day deadline, so he did not waste words. With a flicker of his body, he appeared at Emperor Yuan Yang Lord's Estate in the next instant.
"Nie Yun's niece Yaoshuang is in the room ahead. Wait a moment—I'll open Yuan Yang's restriction first!"
The Divine Pagoda Emperor stepped forward, broke through the restriction, and entered.
Nie Yun and Nie Tong followed close behind.
The room was quiet. A stick of sandalwood incense at its center gave off a peculiar fragrance; one breath of it brought a sense of calm to the mind.
On a stone platform not far away lay a faint, insubstantial soul silhouette. It was somewhat blurry, like an oil lamp in the wind, liable to go out at any time.
"So weak..."
Nie Yun's brows rose.
The shadow of Yaoshuang's