Before Ye Zhen's three-inch-four-fen primordial spirit, which resembled an infant, a tiny primordial spirit blade forged purely from Ye Zhen's divine sense and compressed from the power of the Four-Colored Primordial Spirit slowly yet resolutely cut toward his primordial spirit.
The instant the tiny blade cut into Ye Zhen's primordial spirit, the resolute expression on his face instantly twisted in agony.
The changes in Ye Zhen's physical body, seated cross-legged nearby, were even more severe.
The pain that pierced straight into the depths of his soul contorted his entire face into a savage, ghastly mask. For an instant, he even looked like one of the fierce ghosts.
This sight made Little Demon, hidden throughout the hall, and Little Cat atop the hall's beam worry terribly.
But both of them had long since developed intelligence and spiritual awareness comparable to human martial artists. No matter how worried they were, they merely watched without making the slightest sound.
As the tiny primordial spirit blade slowly cut down, Ye Zhen's expression twisted like that of a Fierce Ghost. In only an instant, sweat had soaked his entire body.
By the moment the last trace of primordial spirit had been separated, the sweat on Ye Zhen's body had already pooled into a large wet patch.
Even though the primordial spirit had left his body, Ye Zhen's fingers still trembled rapidly like plucked bowstrings because of the excruciating pain deep within his soul.
But this was merely the first step, merely the beginning.
Therefore, although the pain deep within his primordial spirit was enough to drive Ye Zhen mad, he still held fast to that sliver of clarity on his spiritual platform.
The next instant, eighteen drops of golden Power of All Beings flew from the Pool of Power of All Beings in Ye Zhen's