It sounded as though it had something to do with emotions.
Chu Mo's eyes flickered, and he asked:
"Did the figure you saw have any other distinguishing features? Its appearance, clothing, or mannerisms, for instance?"
Xu Ji recalled the scene carefully, then shook his head.
"It was too far away. When that Sorrowful Intent struck me, the figure seemed as indistinct as mist. I couldn't make it out clearly."
Chu Mo nodded and asked again, "Aside from 'Sorrow,' are there other similar beings in the depths of the Netherworld Soil?"
Xu Ji hesitated for a moment before answering:
"'Sorrow' is the only one I've seen with my own eyes. But I've heard other old ghosts mention that there are quite a few Taboos in the Netherworld Soil.
"For example, one presides over 'Decline.' Rumor has it that wherever they pass, all vitality withers away, lives are severed, and souls extinguished."
"Decline..."
Chu Mo narrowed his eyes. There were quite a few [Spirits] in this Netherworld Soil, all huddled together here. If he wanted to refine the Netherworld Soil, he would inevitably have to face them. After a moment's thought, his gaze settled on Xu Ji.
"How much else do you know about these two? Where do they reside, for instance? Do they follow any patterns? What is their relationship with each other?"
At his question, Xu Ji looked troubled.
"My lord, please understand-I truly know nothing of the details. I can barely get away from beings like those fast enough. Why would I approach them willingly?" He paused, seemingly remembering something, and added, "However, if you wish to learn more, there may be someone you could ask."
"Oh? Who?"
"A cultivator who calls himself Daoist Bichen."
Xu Ji said, "While alive, he was only in the early stage of Womb