Yang Lingrui had now reached the True Intent Realm. With divine sense, he could distinguish the truth from falsehood in countless illusions.
The Yang Linghu appearing before him at this moment was not the crude phantom that had appeared in the Perseverance Wasteland on the Twilight Ancient Path all those years ago.
If it had merely been a trick of that caliber, it could not have stirred even the slightest ripple in Yang Lingrui's heart. He would not have spared it a second glance, much less opened his mouth to say another word.
Yet the aura emanating from the soul of the Yang Linghu standing before him now shared the same root and source as the severed arm buried in Pine Mountain Cemetery.
This meant that even if this Yang Linghu soul had not truly returned to life, it was still closely connected to his original soul.
"It really is you, Lingrui. Wonderful. Now I can finally rest easy."
Upon hearing Yang Lingrui's answer, the confusion in Yang Linghu's soul eyes faded away. He then revealed an honest, simple smile and said, "After I died, I felt as though I had been drifting upon a vast sea. I slept for a very long time, until not long ago, when some force suddenly awakened me. When I opened my eyes again, I was already within this sea of fog."
At this point, Yang Linghu paused, hesitation appearing on his face.
He had only recently returned from death, and his heart was filled with questions and things he wished to say. He wanted to know how long he had been dead, how his wife Wu Tong was doing, and whether their child, whom he had never met, was safe and well.
But from what he knew of Yang Lingrui, one look at