This was an ancient soul, with disheveled white hair sparse and straggly, and a face full of wrinkles almost forming a fishing net. He wore a white robe and was hunched over, exuding a decaying aura.
A ghost?
Zhang Kui looked around the deathly silent space, feeling curious.
This thing was indeed a rare spectacle.
On every Life Star, once mortal life ends, it enters reincarnation. Some strong resentments remain in the mortal world, gradually eroded by time—from madness, silence, to complete dissipation, unless they transform into a ghost cultivator, yaksha, or incense fire god, and embark on another journey.
As for the Immortal level, it's even worse. If the Little World shatters, longevity immediately becomes an illusion; either they dissipate their cultivation in life to enter reincarnation or perish completely. Even Immortal Fiends are just fragments of consciousness from life.
What's going on with this guy?
