Zhao Boqin was just a nascent soul now, unaware of many things other than a few critical information about himself.
His soul had been damaged incredibly and thus had lost a lot of himself in that process. But along the way, he had managed to slowly gain back his strength, and with that had come back a few things that were gone as well.
At first, the only thought he had was to warn the Emperor about what he had learned. Even that thought had been vague and nothing more than just a feeling.
He had roamed the Martial Ground to find a way out, but no matter where he went, he couldn't move along in that direction and was forced to find a different route.
Working purely on instinct too Zhao Boqin is nowhere. He spent many days simply roaming the large lifeless expanse of the secret realm. Days passed to weeks which passed to months.
