"We're here... Jiang Tang..." The moving black mist gathered together, pulsating within the ring of light.
A voice emerged in Jiang Tang's mind, but he still couldn't distinguish which cluster of black mist were his parents.
"Sigh... What should I do? How can I help you?"
Jiang Tang felt helpless, watching his relatives as mere souls, unable to assist them.
"Dad, don't be sad, I heard there's a Spirit Grass that can transform their mortal souls into ones capable of cultivation."
Eryao knew from the heritage that in the Cultivation World there was a kind of Nourishing Soul Grass. This grass, which ghost cultivators used to replenish Spiritual Power during their training, mainly purifies the soul's impurities, allowing mortal souls to absorb the grass and improve, thereby becoming capable of cultivation.
Having heard Eryao's words, Jiang Tang felt a bit better, but then grew troubled again—he had many Spirit Grasses in his space but not the Nourishing Soul Grass.
