Winds arose in Lost World, and they were by no means ordinary.
In those breezes that curled around him, Jiang Wang felt a slightly complex impurity that did not belong to the essence of Wind Yuan. It was extremely subtle, and had he not been on high alert, observing everything, he might have missed it.
Or perhaps 'impurity' was not the right word to describe it since those 'attachments' lacked a distinct form.
After much thought, he gradually identified them as something on the emotional level. Only after using the Soul Stealth Snake to make contact was he finally able to confirm that they were indeed related to Cultivators who had perished in this realm.
They were not complete souls or any kind of residual spirits, but rather like a sort of obsession—an attachment unwilling to succumb or find refuge in a place like Lost World.
It was then that he connected the dots: today was the fourth of April, the day of the annual sea festival.
