Xia Nongyue, sensing Yun Lintian's sudden shift in demeanor, followed his gaze toward the swirling spatial storm. Her eyes, honed by years of cultivation and countless battles, pierced through the chaotic veil, revealing the ethereal figures that danced within the tempest.
"Those are not ghosts," she said, her voice calm but laced with a hint of unease. "They are Abyssal Spirits, remnants of souls consumed by the chaotic energies of this rift."
Yun Lintian's brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. He had encountered countless creatures and beings throughout his journey, but these Abyssal Spirits were unlike anything he had ever seen.
Their forms were ethereal, translucent, their features a haunting blend of human and demonic, their eyes glowing with an eerie light that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.
