Xuankai carefully extended his Divine Sense into Ye Wudao's head.
There lay the most important thing in a human being.
It could not be seen or touched, and only revealed itself under Divine Sense.
Even that revelation was exceedingly hidden, allowing only a rough outline to be seen.
That thing was the Sea of Consciousness.
What it contained was a person's awareness—the so-called soul.
As one cultivated step by step, it came to contain Divine Sense and the Primordial Spirit.
It was the most sensitive thing in a human being, and also the most precious.
What he had to do now was extract this Sea of Consciousness from Ye Wudao's already ruined head and install it in a new one.
Using a secret art, he carefully stirred Ye Wudao's Sea of Consciousness, which began to tremble slightly.
At that moment, Ye Wudao was in an environment of utter darkness. He wanted to leave that pitch-black place, but he could not find a way out.
Just as Xuankai stirred his Sea of Consciousness, he suddenly felt an unbearable sensation, as though the most important thing had left him.
At the same time, he felt the space around him trembling faintly, carrying the sensation of heaven collapsing and earth splitting apart. It was terribly unstable.
Yet there was nowhere for him to hide. He could only remain there.
"Don't! Don't!"
A weak message spread from the depths of his heart.
He felt miserable, as if the entire world were about to drift away from him.
Affected by that agonizing feeling, his body began to tremble.
Outside, Xuankai swiftly realized something was wrong.
He could feel a fierce will to resist suddenly erupting from Ye Wudao's Sea of Consciousness.
Ye Wudao's Sea of Consciousness was frantically fighting against his Divine Sense.
"Divine Dragon