Qi Zhiheng's remnant soul drifted in the void, his mind somewhat muddled.

His soul darted about in the turbulent currents, and he knew he was dead.

He wandered through the endless void, surrounded by other wandering souls.

It's unclear whether these remnant souls have lingered in this void for too long, as they've become almost devoid of consciousness. Whenever they see another soul approaching, they open their mouths wide and tear at it with all their might.

Not far away, two remnant souls were tearing at and devouring each other until one of them completely consumed the other before moving on to find the next target.

Qi Zhiheng was stunned by this scene, and at the same time became more vigilant, trying to keep his distance from the spirit.

However, his soul did not cooperate. A wisp of soul seemed to have smelled food and rushed towards him.

Qi Zhiheng narrowly escaped.

The remnant soul pounced again, and Qi Zhiheng, still retaining his human instincts, subconsciously tried to block it with his hands. Just as the remnant soul was about to bite off a piece of him, a golden light suddenly emanated from his soul body, shattering all the surrounding broken soul bodies.

After the fragmented soul dissipated, it turned into some shimmering points of light, which merged into Qi Zhiheng's body.

Qi Zhiheng felt his mind becoming clearer and his soul becoming more solid.

Suddenly, a clear, ethereal bell sound reached his ears, though he couldn't discern its direction. At first listen, it seemed as if the sound was coming from afar, but upon closer listening, it seemed as if it were lingering right beside him.

The repeated chimes struck his mind, making Qi Zhiheng even more alert.

Before he could even process what had happened, a pulling force began to spread from a point of light, drawing him into a vortex. Qi Zhiheng was left dizzy and disoriented, and then lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a bitter and unpleasant taste in my mouth.

Qi Zhiheng recalled the chaotic experience that had left him in a daze, and his stomach churned. He couldn't help but vomit until he had emptied his stomach completely.

After vomiting, Qi Zhiheng gradually regained consciousness and only realized something was wrong when he raised his hand to wipe the filth from the corner of his mouth.

His hands have gotten smaller!

No, he should be a spirit, so how can he still have hands?

Qi Zhiheng couldn't help but reach out and rub his forehead.

As his memories returned, he remembered being betrayed by his longtime friend Xu Jin in collusion with outsiders, and ultimately dying by self-destruction.

In the Xuanling Continent, martial arts are revered, and Qi Zhiheng is a low-level cultivator with poor aptitude.

The Qi family, to which Qi Zhiheng belongs, is just a small family in a small town.

The Qi family was established by Qi Zhiheng's great-grandfather, who was one of only three Spirit Generals in the town. Because his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, he had been in seclusion for many years.

Even though the spirit general doesn't often show up, he can still deter some petty villains. The Qi family is able to develop peacefully in the town entirely because of the great-grandfather's cultivation. Unlike other families that are prosperous and have many wives and concubines, the Qi family is different.

Since my great-grandfather's generation, we have never had the practice of taking concubines.

Grandpa Qi Dong didn't concern himself with worldly affairs; he lived in a medicinal herb garden, tending to flowers and plants.

Qi Zhiheng's father, Qi Zhenhe, rarely disciplined his son, basically adopting a laissez-faire attitude.

As long as Qi Zhiheng doesn't make any serious mistakes, his mother won't discipline him. She also dotes on him and doesn't scold him too harshly.

Thus, Qi Zhiheng naturally became a playboy in town, spending his days idly with a group of well-off young men.