Wandering in spirit form was frightening. Without a physical body, he could not really see or feel the world around him, could not understand the time or distance that he had traversed. Somehow, he knew that he was moving, or rather, he seemed to be guided by an invisible hand. All the while he himself was stuck in black and white memories, fantasies and dreams. Even though he was able to miraculously reverse the spell in his favor, there was something that made him tremble: how would the Elder's mark work? After all, everyone who is going to use this ritual must leave a beacon of life somewhere they're going to be reborn. The ancient elder must have had one - the mark was kept in his sect. And if he reincarnates in the Jade Hell sect, then something worse than death would await him. Currently paused until I finish my another book, Descension