"The elders of the Ancient Soul Clan, there is no need for excessive formalities,"
Mo Ying waved her hand.
Over ten thousand cultivators of the Ancient Soul Clan straightened their bodies and dispersed, continuing to live in the ancient buildings on the island in their Soul Spirit State.
They were indomitable heroic spirits who had perished in battle.
Generally speaking, after one falls, the soul would scatter or undergo reincarnation, but on this island belonging to the Ancient Soul Clan, anyone with the bloodline of the Ancient Soul Clan, after reaching the Qi Refinement Seventh Level, could continue to live in the Soul Spirit State even after perishing.
This was a race almost eternal.
Alas, they were unable to leave this island that spanned only twenty to thirty miles in circumference; they could no longer cultivate or procreate, and their strength was essentially fixed.
"High Priest, why not rebuild the Holy Temple?"
Mo Ying pointed at the ruins and asked curiously.
