"----!"
Fang Li's eyes flew open, and he sprang up from the bed.
"Ha... ha..."
His body heaved with violent gasps, his chest pumping like a bellows.
His entire body was already soaked through.
Soaked with sweat.
Fang Li kept gasping as he raised a hand.
The hand that entered his vision was trembling slightly as well.
"Just now..."
Fang Li could only steady his breathing as he pressed a hand to his forehead.
Recalling that violent vortex and the experience of being shredded apart, Fang Li could not help but feel lingering fear.
"That was... too real..."
In the instant he had been torn to pieces, Fang Li had even believed that he had truly been dismembered, leaving behind not even a scrap of flesh or blood.
"I... actually felt my heart pound because of an experience of death..."
It was simply unbelievable.
Although, compared to before, Fang Li no longer regarded death as something insignificant and was more willing to live on for Sylvia and those around him, even so, he had never feared death.
If one day Fang Li were truly destined to die, he was certain that he would still accept it all calmly.
Yet, when that vortex in the soul space had shredded him apart, Fang Li had genuinely felt his heart tremble.
"The vortex of death...?"
Even Fang Li's pupils quivered slightly.
Yet his emotions had already settled.
"Was that the final barrier to my soul's transformation?"
Fang Li could understand it.
Only one step remained.
Just that one step.
"As long as I can enter the door at the center of the vortex of death..."
Then Fang Li would be able to touch upon true transformation and resolve his soul problem in one stroke.
"But I'm still one step short..."
The finish line