But she quickly realized—among the tens of thousands of abandoned puppets strewn across the mountains, there were actually still souls sealed inside them! Their puppet bodies had lost their power source, yet the souls were still alive, alone, and enduring…
They put themselves in that position and imagined: their own souls, obviously able to think and have ideas, yet forced to be trapped forever in a puppet body that could never move again.
How hopeless that would be!
Fortunately, there was this Lord City Lord, who had somehow used some unknown method to gather the trapped souls together and jointly forge a city like a Peach Blossom Spring.
No wonder the boatman didn't take money, that girl gave up being a cultivator to be a mere fisherman, and those cultivators who clearly had no Spiritual Power yet could still use Sword Flight—in the end it was only a dream, so of course there were endless "resources" to squander.
