Deep within the crevices of the mountain, Yan Ping felt as if she was slowly losing her mind. After shutting down her five senses while leaving her cultivation core alone, she felt like she was spiralling endlessly in the void for thousands of years. At some point, she forgot who and what she was doing. It was a path full of uncertainty. However, in those moments, the silver bells would ring and drag her back before she drifted off permanently into the afterlife.
Soul cultivation was a perilous endeavour, far more dangerous than spiritual cultivation. Without a compass or a map, Yan Ping could only explore one step at a time, with her spell formation serving as a safety rope, ready to reel her soul back to safety if she wandered too far.
