Death was like the extinguishing of a lamp.
Death was death. Even if the Yin soul was brought back from the Netherworld, and pressed back into its original body, it was no longer the original person.
Yin soul had lost all the beautiful aspects of intelligent creatures, leaving behind only extreme negative emotions. They were even more ruthless and terrifying than wild beasts. At least, wild beasts wouldn't bother to hunt anymore after eating, but Yin soul was different. It only had the urge to destroy everything.
Was it a coincidence that Yin souls had appeared here? However, the great elites of the Holy Land had deliberately set up a place like this; was their main purpose still to tease the disciples of the younger generation?
Ling Han was willing to believe this possibility. Otherwise, if there was still an entrance to the underworld here, that would really be too dangerous.