Within the nether world, the universe stretched boundlessly. In this place, with neither heaven above nor earth below, mirage-like phantoms hung in the background while hellish scenes lay exposed beneath it. Several figures dressed in the robes of the Ghost Soul Sect suddenly appeared in this seemingly suspended void.
Their auras ran deep, Dao connotations flowing around them. All were Grand Elders of the Ghost Soul Sect who had hurried over through soul projection after receiving Ye Hengsheng's message.
In their haste, each had brought only half their Dharma power along with their spirit, rather than arriving in the perfected state of body and soul united. Yet they had all their treasures and cultivation arts, and could use their divine abilities and spells unhindered. In practice, their combat strength was no weaker than that of other Nascent Soul cultivators.
Having reached their level of cultivation and strength, most could project their souls and manifest their yin spirits. Their Dharma forms could also traverse space, ordinarily unrestrained by time, distance, or geography.
But there was a prerequisite: like spirits within dreams, they needed something to anchor themselves to.
The void was boundless, and Li Ling and Ye Hengsheng had only just arrived. There was no way the others could know their exact location without reason. Ye Hengsheng could only have been carrying the corresponding tokens specifically to guide them.
Such things could be considered private. Ordinarily, no one would let an expert of the same realm carry them, lest that person exploit a moment of carelessness, or arouse suspicion of plotting an ambush. This alone was enough to show that they had come prepared.
Li Ling turned to look and found no one he recognized among them.
Given his limited seniority within the circle of great cultivators, that was perfectly normal.