Zhou Xuan fell into a strange state; his soul was knocked out of his body, causing his thoughts to become chaotic, as if he was thinking of everything, yet thinking of nothing.
He had no idea where he was headed, only that his Divine Soul was drifting at the speed of a day trip, crossing countless mountains and several large rivers, finally appearing alongside the rushing waters of a pale yellow river.
Throughout the journey spanning over a thousand miles, Zhou Xuan's soul was constantly followed by that folk Witch—
—To be precise, what followed him was a feather from the black cloak of the Witch.
After the Witch struck Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul out of his body, he plucked a black feather,
placing the black feather in his palm, where the lines of his palm seemed like tiny worms coming to life, burrowing into the black feather.
The palm-line worms became the black feather's veins, then condensed into bone and blood, forming a seed egg.
