The Qingming Sect
In an instant, bewildered confusion swept through Bi Fan's Sea of Soul.
But before he could react to what was happening, a second thunderclap crashed down. This time, it wasn't aimed at his spirit body, but at the crucial Sea of Soul!
Before one wave had settled, another rose! In just a few short breaths, Bi Fan's Sea of Soul was blasted into fragments once more!
The pain of his shattered Sea of Soul, which he hadn't felt in a long time, swallowed him again, drowning him in an ocean of agony.
This time, the lightning ended sooner than before. Even so, in just half an hour, it reduced Bi Fan to his last breath.
He painfully felt the Sea of Soul fracture, the pale, searing agony of it, as though blades were slicing through him again and again.
Strangely, his spirit body hadn't completely shattered. The face twitching before him looked rather eerie.
For a fleeting moment, Bi Fan seemed to hear a cold, mocking laugh. Then it vanished in a flash.
He froze, floating in place. Though he couldn't move, that hazy voice had startled him.
Was I hearing things? Who else could there be in this space? And yet that feeling of mockery had seemed so real!
He held his breath and waited for a long time, but the voice never came again.
In the end, he could only float silently in the air, repairing the shattered parts of his spirit body bit by bit.
The process was like piecing together the broken parts of his own body after he'd been gravely wounded.
Two days later, he finally finished. But repairing his Sea of Soul would take much longer.
White Night Space, Darao City, Qingming Sect.
Tang Qing stood in the middle of