His face instantly turned as white as a sheet.
Light golden blood, suffused with pure Soul Qi, simultaneously seeped from all seven of his orifices!
Within his Divine Soul, all was chaos!
Nine pillars of golden lightning, like nine rampaging thunder dragons, stormed his Sea of Consciousness. They coiled around, pierced through, and tore at the phantom of his Yin Spirit.
SIZZLE—!!
Countless wisps of gray-black smoke billowed from the surface of the Yin Spirit phantom. This smoke—representing the Divine Soul's impurities, turbid yin energy, and even the "shackle imprints" unconsciously absorbed from this world's cultivation system—was brutally seared and forced out by the golden lightning, only to be annihilated in the thunder!
The searing pain was like a billion red-hot steel needles simultaneously piercing every corner of Qi Yun's consciousness.
It was the torment of the Divine Soul being forged—a pain millions of times worse than death by a thousand cuts.
