Purple characters floated in the air, and Savia's soul convulsed in response.
His features seemed to boil as they violently fluctuated, and it took a while before they calmed down:
"How did you find out?"
He asked with a heavy gaze.
Teacher Xia tossed him the dagger containing Yitu's soul, without saying much more.
Savia was startled at first but then fished out a portion of the Soul Substance that felt both strange and familiar.
Filthy, twisted, pitch-black.
It was identical to the essence he had hidden deep within Delmynes, yet qualitatively different.
The difference was that he was a thoroughly twisted aggregation, like scattered sand, unshapely.
But the soul in front of him seemed like an originally pure person corrupted to this state, thus retaining the complete "prototype."
It was evident that the latter came from the Netherworld.
His recent Perception wasn't wrong; it was indeed a Rift connecting to the Netherworld.
But why did it feel familiar to him?
