Shi Lang secluded himself in the valley of the heroes. The last time he had come here, he had come to retrieve the souls of the fallen heroes who defended the human race from the onslaught of a foreign race that targeted their souls, and the desperate measure caused the fallen heroes to ignite everything they had to destroy the enemy along with themselves.
However, the obsession to protect the place was so strong that it gave birth to a spiritual storm, and that storm was going on even now. As Shi Lang stood in the center of the storm with his eyes closed and sensing the way wind moved around him, he also got to touch the faint thread of soul energy or the energy left behind by the intent of the fallen heroes.
Eventually, the man sat down in the void with his eyes still closed, but now he divided his thoughts, while one was focused on sensing the nature of wind, the other was focused on sensing the faint lingering power of intent.
