The familiar souls surged like a tide, then retreated like one. Their abilities were too weak to inflict much harm on these Mortal World cultivators.
Even souls like Xiang Zhiwen, their strength was only relative to other souls, incomparable to cultivators. Their only advantage lay in their sheer numbers.
It was a scene of stark contrast: every day, millions of familiar souls lined up to surge onto the Naihe Bridge in pursuit of a new life; yet tens of thousands of souls resisted losing their past, straining to break through a barrier that seemed impossible to crack.
Everyone followed their own path, not interfering with one another.
Hou Niao wished to blend in with the souls fighting and sneak in a few strikes, but he knew it was inappropriate. It would be unfair to those brave souls, unfair to the Daoists, and unfair to the Chu Sect who brought him. It would invite a lot of unnecessary trouble.
