With dragon bones resisting the terrifying impact caused by the explosion of soul energy, Qin Fengming's physical body was ultimately preserved.
Yet there had been no improvement whatsoever within his body.
His sea of consciousness was in turmoil. The strange force that had invaded it launched an even more frenzied assault on his soul, seemingly unwilling to stop until it tore his soul apart.
The last time he had faced the self-detonation of more than a hundred Yin Souls, Qin Fengming had been able to withstand it by relying on the power of the Treasure Refining Ghost Art, a cultivation art dedicated purely to the soul. But this time, the might of that terrifying soul attack had clearly exceeded the limit his current realm could withstand.
His miscalculation had been extremely fatal.
Wave after wave of terrifying soul energy surged violently through his sea of consciousness. Even with the Treasure Refining Ghost Art operating at full power, it was difficult to resist.
Qin Fengming's soul and Sang Tai's soul were like boats overturned by monstrous waves amid the turmoil of his sea of consciousness, battered again and again by violent impacts and brutal collisions.
The damage suffered by Sang Tai's soul was nowhere near Qin Fengming's. That terrifying impact seemed to be targeting Qin Fengming's soul alone, while Sang Tai's soul had merely been caught in the aftershocks.
Even so, beneath the onslaught of that terrifying and strange force, Sang Tai's soul remained as fragile as an ant. Although it had advanced to the peak Nascent Soul stage under the nourishment of Qin Fengming's sea of consciousness and could break through at any moment, it could still be wiped out at any time by that strange force.
His sea of consciousness roiled, raging with heaven-shaking waves that nearly shattered his