The Soul Realm was the home of the Soul Clan, the most low-profile of the ancient clans in the Central Plains, yet also the one whose strength was the most unfathomable.
Black mist shrouded every corner of the Soul Realm, ghostly vapors rose and swirled, and chilling winds swept through it, howling without restraint. The sky remained a heavy blanket of darkness all year round, without so much as a glimmer of sunlight. The entire Clan Territory looked cold, sinister, and utterly eerie, constantly exuding an oppressive atmosphere that would leave any mentally sound person deeply uncomfortable.
Whoosh!
In a secluded, empty corner of the Soul Realm, a faint sound of rushing wind suddenly rang out. A streak of black light flashed through the air, then a black-robed figure slowly appeared atop a lone, pitch-black island suspended in the void.
It was Hun Changqing, who had returned to his clan.
The Soul Clan's realm was a space created by its first Dou Di, and successive Soul Emperors had continued expanding and reinforcing it. By now, it had reached a terrifying size, nearly as vast as the Central Plains.
Although the Soul Clan had endured for a thousand years and its population had grown to a staggering number, this realm, large enough to rival more than half the Central Plains, still accommodated them with room to spare. It even seemed quite empty. Thus, once an ordinary clansman reached the Dou Huang Realm, the clan would allocate them an island. This particular island belonged to Hun Changqing.
After returning to his clan, Hun Changqing did not immediately seek out Xingxiu. There was no pressing urgency on her end, so his first instinct was to return to his residence and take a look.
He walked slowly across the island, letting its chilling winds