Dismantling one's soul was absolutely no simple matter for a cultivator. Even after reaching the Spirit Severing realm, it remained extremely dangerous.
If one merely split off a wisp of spirit essence without much intelligence, even a Core Formation cultivator could accomplish it. But splitting off several wisps containing one's own consciousness required the use of secret arts that ordinary cultivators might never have practiced.
As for this kind of secret art, it was no difficulty for Qin Fengming, who excelled at alchemy and artifact refining. Whether refining pills, refining artifacts, or crafting talismans, he often needed to multitask, dividing his soul consciousness into several or even dozens of portions to control various talisman patterns and incantations.
Even so, splitting off his own spirit essence still made Qin Fengming genuinely tense for a moment.
This was not the first time Qin Fengming had split his consciousness and divine sense, but splitting off more than a dozen wisps of spirit essence and consciousness at once was truly a first for him.
The splitting of soul consciousness brought pain that seemed to strike deep within the body. It left him unable to locate the source, as though tens of thousands of fine, sharp needles were stimulating the depths of his entire body.
Someone with a slightly weaker mind might have fainted before the splitting was fully completed.
Fortunately, Qin Fengming's mind was already exceptionally resilient. That inhuman pain did not make him lose consciousness; instead, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Looking at the fifteen silver beetles hovering before him, Qin Fengming felt as though they were part of his own body.
Each beetle before him seemed to be an extension of his divine sense, with a powerful soul tightly linking him and the beetles together. This connection was far closer