And just like that, the quiet journey of the ghost ship continued across the fog-covered waters.
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In the blink of an eye, several days had passed since they left the hidden world at the bottom of the sea. During this time, Grey remained aboard the magic ship, cultivating the Soul Severing Dao Art without pause.
At this moment, his face was twisted in pain as he endured the horrifying process of severing his soul into tiny fragments before reabsorbing them back into himself.
The agony was indescribable.
Cold sweat poured endlessly from his body, soaking his clothes completely. Veins bulged across his forehead while his breathing became ragged and uneven. Yet despite the torment, Grey refused to stop.
Because the results were worth it.
The number of spirit perforations within his body had increased once again. From barely over fifty, he had now successfully opened sixty-four spirit perforations.
