Normally, he could at least feel his clone. But ever since he came to this world, he couldn't feel any connection to his clone. The connection was completely cut.
He couldn't see the clone's actions or even command it. For as long as he wasn't back, the clone of his was stuck in the Holy Emperor's form. He was left to his own wits.
"If only I could send a message back. I could have at least lowered their worries." His voice was filled with longing as he thought about the people back home.
He couldn't even connect to the Spirit Realm while he was in hell. Everything related to the other world was cut off in hell. But the Upper Realm was different. The Upper Realm wasn't as close to the Spirit Realm.
He was really hopeful that he could connect to the Spirits when he reached the Upper Realm. In Hell, the Spirits were devoured by the corrupted essence present in the air.
