The pain of his soul being torn apart defied description.
It surged in like a tide in an instant, almost destroying Li Shun's will.
Before the crisis struck, however, Li Shun's divine sense retreated into Square Inch in time.
Sheltered and isolated by Square Inch's mighty power, he remained utterly unaffected, even as the pain outside rose like a world-engulfing flood.
Only after the pain had passed did Li Shun return to the Reincarnation World.
Several days had already passed, yet echoes of that searing pain still lingered in his soul. Fortunately, they had subsided to a tolerable level.
That slash had proved less effective than Li Shun had expected.
It had failed to cleave his soul completely in two, leaving only an enormous wound.
Examining his soul's injury, Li Shun could not help marveling. "If a creature from an ordinary world suffered such a grievous wound to its soul, it would have fallen unconscious long ago. Yet this body merely feels a little muddleheaded."
"Taking refuge in Square Inch has its advantages and disadvantages. It spares me all kinds of pain, but in exchange, I can't divide my soul as precisely."
"But that doesn't matter. A few more slashes will do, so long as I succeed in the end."
And so Li Shun slashed along the wound in his soul once more, then promptly returned to Square Inch.
He repeated this four times.
At last, he completed the division of his soul.
Rather than splitting it into two equal halves, he had cut off a piece equivalent to only one-tenth of the whole.
Contrary to all intuition, Li Shun felt that his soul's power had not weakened from this division. Instead, it suddenly felt much lighter, as though he had cast off some heavy burden.
It was like being