"Ah... spare me...
You... will... die... horribly..."
Wave after wave of miserable wails came from the miniature Nascent Soul in Cheng Buzheng's palm.
At the sight, Cheng Buzheng did not so much as raise an eyelid, continuing to maintain the soul-searching secret art in silence.
Very soon!
The shrill, miserable howls gradually weakened, until they were no louder than a mosquito's buzz.
At the same time, the miniature Nascent Soul's eyes lost their last trace of brilliance, turning dim and lifeless like a candle flame on the verge of going out, before falling into complete extinction.
A short while later!
The miniature Nascent Soul in Cheng Buzheng's hand no longer possessed the slightest shred of consciousness.
It was merely an incomparably condensed mass of energy, its Dao charm exceptionally rich.
Unfortunately, every thread of its origin bore the imprint of Horizon True Lord's will.
Otherwise, it could have helped him raise his cultivation.
It could even have been used for the Myriad Transformation Dao Body, saving him many Spiritual Items on the level of rare treasures of heaven and earth.
"What a pity..."
Cheng Buzheng gazed at the miniature Nascent Soul in his palm and sighed inwardly.
If it had been safe and free of hidden dangers, Cheng Buzheng truly would not have minded using it to advance his cultivation.
Even if he felt some psychological resistance, he believed he could overcome it.
Moreover, Cheng Buzheng knew that no matter how he dealt with this Nascent Soul energy body, future troubles would be unavoidable!
For example, some great demonic cultivators possessed methods to refine Cultivators' Nascent Souls into pills.
Though consuming Spirit Pills refined from Nascent Souls brought gratifying progress in cultivation, one would never again have the chance to break through that realm for the rest of one's life.