Within the shadowy Senluo Underworld.
Yuan Magnetism Rail Man sat quietly cross-legged within the underworld.
His Divine Sense swept over his surroundings bit by bit.
Dense specks of flowing light danced through his field of vision.
At times, vast numbers of these specks vanished; at others, vast numbers swiftly poured in from every corner of the Little Cang Realm to replenish them.
These were "True Spirits."
They were the very foundation of beings endowed with spiritual intelligence.
The destruction of the physical body and the dissipation of the Divine Soul were merely external matters.
Only the destruction of the True Spirit meant the complete demise of a living being.
And the Senluo Underworld was a place from which all the True Spirits within the Little Cang Realm could be observed.
Within his sight, nearly all these True Spirits had clouded spiritual platforms and dim spiritual light.
Only a tiny fraction faintly emanated a distinctive resonance, standing out like cranes among chickens amid the vast numbers of minute True Spirits around them.
"This is An Changshou's True Spirit..."
"This should be Abbott Tai'e..."
"Xiang Sili..."
Yuan Magnetism Rail Man scanned the True Spirits that clearly differed from ordinary ones, one after another.
These were all the True Spirits of Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Touched by Dao resonance, their True Spirits could linger longer in the world, remain undying through reincarnation, and even had some chance of awakening their past-life wisdom.
Thus, even though the great battle had ended, the True Spirits of An Changshou and the others had yet to enter reincarnation.
But what made Yuan Magnetism Rail Man frown was that, despite searching repeatedly, he had not seen that person among these True Spirits:
"Qin Lingxiao's True Spirit isn't here. Could she have already reincarnated?"
"Deputy Sect Master Wang, you