The vast Path of Reincarnation broke off and resumed intermittently, pieced together from one floating, shattered continent after another.
Jiang Zhu flew at tremendous speed and finally began making new discoveries. Creatures started appearing along the way-or rather, corpse ghouls.
The shriveled skeletons looked weathered by the ages, gaunt and skin stretched over bone, as though a slightly stronger gust could blow them into dust.
Many other creatures had perished completely, leaving only heaps of ashes on the ground that vaguely traced their shapes in life. Some were humanoid, others shaped like strange, savage beasts.
Among these remains, a few creatures actually still had a faint glimmer of soul light between their brows. That light huddled in the deepest recesses of their skulls, wavering like a dying candle in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
Something stirred in Jiang Zhu's heart. He was just about to use a divine ability to probe their seas of consciousness, trying to uncover whatever secrets might be hidden there.
But the instant his will touched them, those fragile glimmers of soul light dispersed, leaving only emptiness behind.
How many years has it been since anyone set foot here? It seems those eerie Quasi-Immortal Emperors merely used the Path of Reincarnation without venturing deep into it, Jiang Zhu reckoned.
Most of those corpse ghouls and skeletons had been Supremes or even True Immortals in life.
Even such powerful beings had been so thoroughly sculpted by the ages. That alone showed how unimaginably long this stretch of the Path of Reincarnation had lain abandoned.
Judging by the scene before him, few outsiders seemed to have ventured here over those long years.
Although this was only one stretch of the Path of Reincarnation, its winding course resembled an endlessly extending tunnel through time and