When Xiao Hua opened his eyes again, the Nascent Soul in his lower dantian had already crawled out from the top of his head. To Xiao Hua's surprise, although he could sense the Nascent Soul's existence, he could not see it with his naked eyes! In other words, his Nascent Soul was like his Golden Core had been within his Dantian before—it could not be detected by others and could only be sensed by himself.
The invisible Nascent Soul emerged from atop Xiao Hua's head. Its eyes were far less nimble than they had been in the void, and even its limbs were stiff. Its tiny head turned dully from side to side, like a cloth doll played with by an ordinary child.
"Fellow Daoist..." Xiao Hua could naturally sense this situation and asked with a smile, "Are you finding it difficult to adapt?"
"To inform Fellow Daoist," the Nascent Soul said in a thin voice, "that is indeed the case. This... this shell is like a confinement, making this poor Daoist exceedingly uncomfortable. There is none of the freedom from before."
"Actually..." Xiao Hua smiled. "The ancients spoke well: those inside the city gaze upon the beautiful scenery beyond its walls and think of every possible way to leave; those outside the city gaze upon the bustling life within and think of every possible way to enter. The city gate is where these two different thoughts collide. Fellow Daoist lived quite well within, with heaven and earth vast enough for you to roam freely, but once you come here, though there is much vitality, there are also many restrictions. It is not as though you can do whatever you wish. Fellow Daoist is fortunate enough now—the Nascent Soul is condensed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, while this poor