Not every lost soul will leave behind something, but there are still some souls who, before liberation, leave behind what they deem useful, just like the soul Wen Yan encountered that passed on to him a basic combat technique.
That thing has already been integrated into Wen Yan's Xin Dao.
Wen Yan stood on the mountain path, looking at the wooden tablets covered with white banners scattered across the mountainside, each representing something left behind by a lost soul.
It could be something that left a deep impression on them, or perhaps the skill they had mastered the best in life.
This is the best gift.
Wen Yan made a circle around the mountain, following the only staircase stretching from the foot of the mountain to the summit, climbing step by step to the top of the mountain.
The peak is merely a one and a half square meter area, with a small low table placed on it, on which sits a Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, lush and vibrant, full of life.
