"What is this supposed to be?"
The white-robed youth, with a complexion as flawless as a piece of high-quality jade, took a panoramic view of his surroundings. A faintly gray Yin Qi drizzled around, and hundreds, nearly thousands of pale and transparent Spectral Souls wandered around him.
"Walking little netherworld?"
Feng Qing'an was far too familiar with these transparent, pale spirits – a native species of the netherworld that were so prolific they could be considered ubiquitous.
Leaving other things aside, even when the little phoenix Youyou set out, even on a simple flight and without any specific intention, an uncountable number of Spectral Souls would inadvertently be crushed to death.
These were not spiritual bodies, but Spectral Souls naturally bred in the unique environment of the netherworld, as weeds are commonly found along the roadsides in The Mortal Realm.
