Watching as his own arm easily passed through the body of the dried-up corpse of the Lama, Li Huowang instantly understood something. As he lifted his head, his entire body suddenly plummeted, landing directly on the ceiling below.
Standing steady, Li Huowang raised his head and looked at the dried-up corpse Lamas above him, as well as the Li Huowang they were surrounding. It was clear that Fengdu was not a place that could be accessed physically.
Li Huowang could still hear the Chanting Incantations of the Lamas, but it was as if they were muffled through a layer of gauze, vague and indistinct.
This feeling was quite amazing, moving around felt light and floaty, as if his body had no weight at all. "Is this what it's like to have a soul leave the body? Wait, does this world actually have souls? Then why are there no ghosts?"
Recalling what the Lama had said, Li Huowang didn't delay, he clenched his fists and walked towards the door.
