The humanoid figure was about the same size as Qu Zan. It too had no flesh or blood, its entire body composed of pure, wondrous subtle form.
"Is this another mind-made body?!"
There were only two kinds of people in the Form Realm: creatures native to it, or cultivators who had entered it.
Qu Zan used [Behold Sentient Beings] and saw a faint, ghastly blue-white glow on the figure. It represented fear and terror.
Most of the light on his body was silver-white wrapped in a layer of gold, signifying exceptional benevolent thoughts.
"Overall, he isn't an evil person." Qu Zan found the [Behold Sentient Beings] ability derived from his Seed Syllable incredibly useful.
It allowed Qu Zan to roughly judge whether someone was good or evil.
When Qu Zan looked at the man, the man also saw him. In an instant, the ghastly blue-white color on his body intensified, representing his fear and terror.
Having grasped the man's disposition, Qu Zan said, "Why are you afraid?" His voice was calm, as though he were speaking with an old friend.
The man's name was Wo'ercha. His people had been nomads on the vast, bitterly cold northern grasslands for generations, and he was the current chieftain of the Azure Wolf Tribe.
He had participated in his succession ceremony and drunk liquor brewed from Color-Nature Grass, given to him by the shaman.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in this bizarre, dazzling dream. The great shaman had told him that once he entered that wondrous place, he might encounter wondrous beings. If he prayed to them, he might gain something extraordinary. Of course, he might also meet with misfortune.
He saw that the being had only one arm, covered in densely packed eyes. At a glance, this was clearly no