Mo Hua savored the sensation of being subjected to Soul-Detaining and General-Dispatching.
He could sense a mysterious, chilling power of the Left Path descending upon him.
It carried an ancient, cold severity. This thaumaturgy was so sophisticated that no ordinary cultivator seemed capable of performing it, and it was seizing his soul.
Wang Liangzi's true body seemed to be conducting a ritual somewhere.
His divine thought, meanwhile, had used a Demon Specter as its medium to invade Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness and seize his Divine Sense Avatar.
Wang Liangzi's pale, sharp claws gripped Mo Hua's forehead.
His thin nails pierced deep into the scalp, like iron hooks catching beneath Mo Hua's skull and fastening onto his head.
Though a body of divine thought had no actual skull.
That was exactly how it felt to Mo Hua.
Then bright-red essence blood ran down the nails into his head, leaving a brand inside his divine-sense skull.
The brand resembled a blood-red tattoo.
The kind tattooed onto prisoners or slaves.
That bloody brand marked the formal beginning of some kind of "ritual."
The "rope" around his neck tightened further and further.
Formed from Thought Power, this rope was part of the technique's structure and held a power that suppressed Wraiths.
Mo Hua felt as though he were being strangled, unable to breathe.
Of course, he was not actually short of breath.
But to experience the thaumaturgy's effects properly, he played along, immersing himself in the "pain."
He pretended the yin power suppressed him, the cursed rope bound him, and despair engulfed him.
His soul was being torn away, drawn bit by bit from his body, on the verge of becoming someone else's prisoner.
This seemed to be the second condition.
Wang Liangzi saw that the technique was progressing smoothly. Mo Hua's face